The Cruelty of Fate

Why do you drink the blood of Juliet's paramour?
Has she not suffered enough by your hand?
Are you not the culprit who handed him the vial?
The blade she had used that is now defiled?

Weren't you there when Odysseus fought
To get home to his wife left at the whim of your mercy
Or when Leonidas bravely fought for his own
With three hundred that stood beside his now empty throne?

Did you laugh when Macbeth fell to the charm
Of three witches boiling with double the strife
Was a smirk at your lips when his tainted crown
From it's perch on his head came tumbling down?

The credence of your crimes are unmatched
For your hands have dealt cards that have overthrown kings
And sacrificed love sick children for you own pleasure
The blood of those spilt I can never quite measure

But your brother Destiny has intervened so
And turned your own merriment against you
You have won the lives of those pawns at a stake
And left room for your sibling to chuckle Checkmate.