Glorious.

This is my purple moment,

The hour of my triumph,

An instant of a king exalted,

The crowning of my pursuit,

When i taste the prize,

In my deligent labour,

of grand effort my goal to attain,

A look at the past,

I see the myriad strungles,

An imge desperate,

It's a potrit of sin!

The greatness of my present dawns,

What a beauty my achievement!

My joy is an old vintage,

Poured into a delicate glass,

Allow me to relish my drink,

In gulps for sips,

As befits my famous moment,

I lick at my victory,

With my tongue to taste it,

And the taste,hear o world,

Is glorious!