Of four of us, there is but me-

Wrath and Envy lay in death.

Lust sleeps beside me soundlessly

While Greed holds his breath.

Five of seven, three now dust,

Two yet to know their names

Gluttony and Sloth, the eldest of us

Have no knowledge of their claim.

And I am Pride, the twin of Lust,

The last one standing tall;

With deadly looks, aloof I must,

Lest I be last to fall.