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                                    ❝ "It is quite hard to remain hospitable here"

      said the spirit in the red fedora. 

      "This feels surreal"

        it wirily waves at Trauma. 

          Dainty worn down walls,

    morbid memories rusted at every corner. 

'No wonder it did not hear the calls',

        of many laughs slaughtered. 

        The spirit, Red, welcomed us,

        to this his "humble" abode. 

               I felt a odd buzz,

         'This is a sight to behold.' 

Red placed us in the sinful sillk sofa,

            as he gingerly grinned.

      "You have an interesting aura."

      He offers us a degrading drink.

   "Well, shall we?"

     Red asks us with a sweet smile.

      "Can't the winner be just me?"

asks a young lass from a vacuous veil. 

"Pardon me, but that is just not possible" 

he comically walks towards us. 

And then, without any struggle

 we turned into something vicious.

    (Red's true name was Power,

   a creature who feasts on greed.

   The screams would only get louder 

    with each's never-ending need.) ❞

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Central Idea:

The poem explores the insidious nature of power and greed, personified through a spirit named "Red," who represents the darker aspects of human desires. It highlights the struggle between hospitality and the predatory nature of power, ultimately revealing the consequences of succumbing to greed.

Theme: 

The poem serves as a cautionary tale about the dangers of greed and the seductive nature of power, encouraging readers to reflect on their own relationships with these subjects.