Golden grid where morning dreams rest, nestled in syrup's embrace, a cozy lattice of warmth, each square a tiny pillow for a crispy delight.

On a domesticated beast who travoises mountains for lush fields. Im simple in design but with a mighty job. To locate the beast who bears me. A harmonious song with no voice, I sway in stride side to side.

Tides obey, luxury's sway, Gentle rocking, wealthy play, Ocean's path, a lavish way.

In darkened corridors they lead the way, beams of hope breaking shadows, guiding lost souls through night’s maze, yet silent as the moon’s gaze.

He rosins the bow, I answer the call, four tight strings spark a musical brawl. Chin held tight, I cry and croon, gold or your soul, you’ll wager soon.