The End of Envy

Twist the knife in, make it hurt,
Behold the end of envy;
Aid the rival, make it worse,
Invoke the silent sending;
Take your art, and break a heart,
As you bless another blending;
Make it start, and play your part,
Before you write the ending.

Another time, another rhyme,
It might not be so bad...
Another night, another sight,
And then I might be glad...

But I should sleep,
Or I should weep,
Or compose myself again;
But I can barely think,
Or form a link
Between myself and them...

At least I have
My purple pen.