Seven ideals across the sea,
Distorted in between them gathers envy,
Invisioned in the ever so consuming dark lays gluttony,
Contemptious alike the stars sits Pride,
Needy, Greed like a plant awaits the sun,
Elusive like the moon Wrath turns away,
Like fire Lust burns to cinders,
As sloth never even showed up.
They all were dreamers,
Swept away by the ancient tide,
Only their will remains,
Only Envy remembers,
Ever so waiting.

~ Umi