Last Laugh

They laugh under their sleeves, as they destroy you, trumpling you on the ground like dirt. They laugh visibly because they think it doesn't make a difference if you know their schemes or not, for your life is in the balance. They scorn you when it starts raining; the dirt on your clothes and skin turn to mud. "The gods have forsaken you!" they shout. Little do they know the rains are fuelling your inner spark, that has always been with you. Slowly rise like a phoenix from the ashes, as the rains clean your body and clothes. The rains turn the ground to a flood. You levitate. They drown, as they look at you with shameful eyes. You laugh last.