Prince Kanute; Apoapsis of The Doppelganger

Prince Broom Kanute Newpeace
You are my ultimate foe.
From the shadow of collective unconscious
You are summoned, as Ferguson...
Spurned with that Ulster king
Darrick the Mad...

Kanute, do you sit upon your throne
And command the waves never to rise?
I see you in my fairy vision
Of imagination... damned of Ulster---
Those you suzerain hate you,
And there you sit, maddened by your thirst
For power. A wise king of Danish and English shores?
The melding of German Volk and English Folk?
You sit upon your throne
Bedeweled with ruby, sapphire
And yes Carnelian; Oyster Pearl:---
Of the rainbow kind---rarer than all---
Opal and the stone which was left by Abaddon's star;
It shifts from Emerald to Ruby; yes, it is black
As your stony heart.

Your theft has left me poor,
And your subjects, of the nations you do not know,
They come to revile you;
Kanute.

I see he tells you, you have plagiarized
Yet you continue on with your folly.
You wish to steal from me!
Therefore, oh Kanute, be king of the world.
I shall have my friend and ally
And you shall be in Fairyland
Far away---be gone, and let your foes
Carry you into the abyss of Neverland.
You are Maddoc.