~ A poem of my own, titled- 

=Little Do They Know=

A feather like composure at sea

Floating around,

Real laws he won't heed.

His breed is that which descends from kings,

He's his own ruler.

What more could he seek?

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The glistening stone which is above all else,

A throne fit for a king

That's Gerald's house.

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The others

They mock him,

But not for long

Little do they know,

His true form like Lucifer

Is soon to be wrought.

THAT'S ALL FOLKS!