Is it a victory earned or stolen?

A stolen victory, one that is not truly yours, I would imagine tastes bittersweet. At first, it would have a pleasant taste, one like honey or sugar. As the people applaud you a pleasing feeling takes over and runs through you. You smirk with your head held high, until your gaze meets their’s. The person you so foolishly stole the victory from. Their eyes are alig...