In greed's gilded cage, a morbid tale unfolds, Where death itself in whispered verse grows bold. Let shadows of fright and gore fade from your mind, A vaster tableau in this drama you'll find. Where like puppets dancing to their master's whim, Characters bend to preach, their voices dim. Though flawed, it holds a thread worth your regard, No art's high peak, yet truth laid bare and hard. Through cracks in plot, a simpler story gleams, Of greed's cold grip, and what it truly means. To live, to struggle, beneath fortune's sway, Where those of love have riches, others naught but clay...