Hello weary traveller, you seem to have stumbled here on accident, for who reads peoples profiles in this modern era?
Well, now that you are here, I might as well gift you with a poem, written entirely on the spot with no preparation and ill skill to call myself a Poet.

AHEM,

In the mountain range of a western land,
lies a rare trove of a forgotten band.
He who embarks the journey to conquer,
may find instead nothing but pure torture.

For those who pursue the greed that's within,
will find upon them the curse of a Djinn.
And should that hunger and thirst for wealth spread,
their fate will be sealed and their lives dead.

This is the folly of those who pursue,
with impure intention grief will ensue.
If you live well with purpose not construed,
you may just find success without issue.

A work in progress, but the meaning is simple. Live a decent life, don't be a POS.