My mind's eye has a cruel cataract -
Through it I see you suffer.
You, who stood by and mocked
while I was in the gutter,
are now yourself undone.

As catastrophe strikes you down,
I smile a smile of vengeance.
Your face, once so smugly lit,
is now alight with the flames
of my venomous hatred.

Do you feel regret amidst the ire?
That you can feel at all astounds me.

Did I hear you cry out for help?
No; all I hear is the sweet crackle of fire.