Sweetly Bitter

It tasted sweetly bitter 
The texture of death glittering on my tongue
Holding such power and prestige
To reign over mortal instruments 
Manipulating their petty fates as I pleased
Plaguing them with endless pain
Crushing the love they had
Becoming a monstrosity greatly guarded me
Without care I reveled their despair 
I had waited centuries to watch them strangle on their self conceit 
To know true defeat