Half a year and back again
The king without a kingdom went
Back and forth across the lands
That never kneeled and never bent
A head to one that held a crown,
So he went unfound, unbound
By any cause in any town,
By any fuss to make him frown,
By any laws to weigh him down
Or hold him up or ever hound
Him or otherwise confound.
None below him, none above,
He was neither feared nor loved,
He wasn’t even known!
He was entirely his own.
The only king in history
To walk completely free.
What a frightening thing to be.