Crownless

Crownless

Your hair is a bird's nest 

of fluff 

not fit 

for a crown, 

and your hands 

are far too fidgety 

to hold a scepter--

but your chin is bold 

and never tilted down,

your very presence commands,

and your watchful eyes 

can condemn 

without a sound. 

You are an enigma; 

that much is true, 

but I think I can understand 

why they say 

you are a king,

but with a crownless rule.