A pleasure it was, to be invited to your Ball,
only to know, the motive wasn't pure at all!
Your invitation was filled with words of glee,
just so you could overflow your guest list with my enemies.
(I speculate you know where you stood,
for you thought to bring me down, not alone, perchance, you could.)
You may look at me like I'm a bundle of hay,
but, you're obsessed with me, I must say!
We both wore the same dress, you, the mimicry.
But, despite them on your side,
they knew the cat who copied.
Your smirk is filled with a conniving glaze.
but seems you forgot your surroundings with your arrogant haze.
Oh! What's wrong? You were the one who spilt the wine,
so, why are you crying?
Is it because I am fine?
My! I didn't think it through!
You had to be the victim,
for you wished to be the head of the system.
Does the color of wine suit me?
Do you finally understand the pain of them not heeding to your plea?
After all of your justification,
in the end, you are the villian filled with nothing but envy.
I am glad I came after all!
This is the first time I'm seeing your face like this, if I recall.
And you know me--
I will never miss the chance to see,
A winning battle with my enemy
executing their actions fueled with hypocrisy.
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