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Written: November 24, 2024, for Contest: Sponsored by: Sigrid Ermine
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Shadows dance as dreams collide, 
The gavel falls, in a thunderous stride.
Dollars rise like autumn leaves,
A trembling hand, a heart that believes.

The top bidder passionately claims, 
A trophy of acquire, a fleeting name.
Yet beyond a glimmer of a polished facade,
Lurk complexities that prick and prod.

Is the bargain lovely like spring's first bloom?
Do they hide in a coming doom?
In the excitement of the chase.
Was the value eclipsed by rush of race? 

A rollercoaster ride, every surge a delight,
Yet plummet shadows dwell just out of sight.
What glittering promise, what gilded allure,
When contracts are inked, are they truly secure?

The shatter of dreams, like glass in a quake,
Can haunt a soul, the tether will break,
Calamity waits in the wings of the grand,
As fortune's fingers weave destinies unplanned.

In the depths of the deal, in the fine print, they sigh,
“What if the status was merely a lie?”
For the highest bidder, consumed by ambition,
Forgot, in their haste, the weight of tradition.

For while fortune may smile, fortune may jest,
Securing the prize can unearth the unrest.
In the fervent pursuit, in pursuit of the gleam,
Sometimes the hardest lesson is naught as it seems.

So here lies the message, the heart that should stir,
The value of life cannot simply confer,
We chase after treasures, the swift and the bright,
Yet lose track of the joys that dance in plain sight.

Consider the shadows, the whispers, the cost,
The moments unclaimed are too precious, not lost.
For the highest bidder, in glitz and glamour,
May find the simplest joys are the truest treasures.

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