#67: Tears of my Enemies

Vengeance is a cup

A cup filled to the brim

To commemorate the moment

Where I claim my win

I vanquished my greatest rivals

Left them in cold defeat

They’ll never be the same

They’ll never claim my seat

I finally reached the top

And proved my haters wrong

I proved that I am greater

And have been all along

My enemies now locked away

Stripped of all they own

Chained up in a dank dungeon

Left to weep and moan

My guards go down to them

Armed with a mere cup

They hold it to my captives faces

So their tears would fill it up

Then as I feast in glory

Up in my great palace

The guards come to my table

And fill up my golden chalice

I eat the food of kings

But my drink is oh so clear

I want to taste the sweetness

Of every single tear

One thing I can’t ignore

As I wine and dine

The tears of my enemies

Their taste is just like mine