By: Deogratias Kagali

Malicious intents,
All over the invitation,
Bad be done right,
Plan of evil must be laid.

The invited pride clouded,
Showing off a habit.
Feet of fragile clay,
Astray their path’s destination.

Full of oneself,
Made it even easier,
For evil to conquer,
Destruction be a success.

With a pompous voice,
For his own death called.
Boom! there it was,
Filled to brim in his chalice