描述
In the heart of the mountain, where whispers are old,
Dwells the silent deity, the God of Gold.
His touch turns the earth to a shimmering flame,
Yet his power is hidden, and few know his name.
He glimmers in darkness, where riches lie deep,
Guarding the secrets that mortals would keep.
But gold is a shadow, a gleam in the night,
For the God of Gold holds no warmth, only light.
In the hands of the greedy, he slips like the sand,
A treasure elusive, not meant for their hand.
For the God of Gold, in his gleaming repose,
Knows that true wealth is the light that he shows.