There are some who are born distinguished
There are some who are raised in praise
But me I was always the last in line
A blot in my father's gaze
No cheekbones chiselled on a feline face
No skill or savvy with a sword
But this game we all play
is won in wily ways
And sly is this littlest lord
Cruel tricks of romance
Degraded by their spite
You snub your cub too many times
You just might feel his bite...
Beware beware of the words I twist
whore
twist
tricks
littlest
honour
within
danger
cruel
might
always
minds
fruits
savvy
brazen
times
words
bells
against
juicy
chiselled
black
conscience
distinguished
deeper
reach
there
clink
orchard
loose
every
myself
through
sinking
beware
praise
blooming
promise
whispering
puppets
molding
somewhere
raised
romance
ravens
cheekbones
feline
skill
small
spite
degraded
sword
their
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