Romeo Naces Poet Rhyme

Tale of the Cup

Through windstorms, across scorching sands
you limped and crawled, you cried and begged
as a weakened friend for food and drink;

So in my tent for days we dined
and drank and sang to health and life
but then I erred, in just a blink

I slumped down sick, I lost, I rued,
my cup, the wine I should have checked,
tried defying dying, but too late.

You shrewd plunderer, ghastly thief,
oh, my dimming eyes craved to kill,
but could only furiously hate.

As real as a true deception,
authentic as an illusion, 
a loathsome scavenger no less,

you, traitorous desert scorpion,
I swear there in hellish Hades
I shall tear you down to pieces!

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