It sparkles, it gleams
It covers us completely
It dusts the air we breathe
It lingers in our dreams.

The weight of it as it engulfs us
The glorious, beauteous death
The shining, glowing horror
As our own gold chokes us to death.

Our will to shine
Our own noose, so divine
Why should we leave, when there is so much to be?
We are as we are,
These gleaming corpses
These lovely souls are we.