The green-eyed goblin atop his perchWhispers menacing in raspy tones
To men, who blind with love or lust or both
See all around them only emerald hues
That doting morphs to doubting
Causing dreamers to wake perturbed
And every seemingly furtive glance
Raises suspicions unreserved.
For men indeed are covetous beasts
Fall sway to jade-toned whims
With jealousy firmly planted thus
The green-eyed goblin grins.
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