Misery

Someone slipped me misery,

Just last night, I know-  swear it,

The sweeter taste had tricked my tongue,

No poison could have dared it.

A friend or chance a foe to blame,

Though all the same to me,

A drop left in the wine I bore,

Then tainted harmony.

I might have known this little cup,

was filled up to the brim,

though my surmise,

was deed a price,

of one foul saintly sin.

I did quite then know pain the most,

And bled a hundred doubts,

Though it was them who packaged it,

It's me who wore the crown.

Someone came to punish me,

I didn't know their name,

But someone slipped me misery,

As I sipped it all the same.