Once acquired you become wretched
Be it by solitude of fury
If thee ever become tranquil again
It will truly be once in a blue moon
And thee are no longer courteous
Impudent nor amiable.

Now demonstration of greedy
And animosity is all you mates
Witness though you thought
You were revealing courageousness
But the exterior powerless.

I guess that's what moods do
To benevolent people and
Leave them as turbulent
Monsters.