If victory had a taste, it would taste like sweet sorrow. For with a victory, often comes loss. The perfect blend of joy and pain. It would taste like a sweet fruit with a bitter aftertaste. There is much beauty in this fruit. But take to much and it becomes a stone lodged in your throat. Be carful how much you take. With most victories come feasts and dances, honors are given and titles bestowed. Be vigilant lest you fall into pride. It comes like a storm in the night. Clear was the day and warm was the sun when you went to sleep. But when you woke there were lightnings and thunderings and you wished for the day but it would not come. The clouds would not break, and you would stay in the dark evermore.