The Infernal Laughter
Reflection
In the heart of flames, where shadows dance,
A figure sits, a grin that burns like fire.
Money swirls, a tempest of greed,
As the infernal laughter echoes, piercing the soul.
Is it triumph or torment? The line blurs,
In the embrace of power and its fiery embrace.
Each bill a whisper of corruption,
Each laugh a testament to the fall of virtue.
The viewer is drawn into the abyss,
To confront their own shadows, their own infernos.
For in the eyes of the beholder,
The flames of greed and power mirror their own.
This is not just a portrait, but a mirror,
Reflecting the depths of human ambition.
In the infernal laughter, we see ourselves,
Caught in the grip of desire and its fiery embrace.