King Without a Crown

Here’s a story of how the King of Hartly

Came to be.

All in all it’s just a mystery!

Hartly is nothing but a small town,

I am just a King without a crown,

The last six years, where it all went down!

Self proclaimed King of Hartly,

Population one hundred and fifty,

The title I claim, It’s easy to see,

How I became the King of Hartly!

It’s just a persona,

I conceived one day,

One where I believe,

I’m better this way!

It comes and goes,

With my joys and my woes,

But when I’m King of Hartly,

This title I claim, it’s easy to see,

I’m an unstoppable force,

One where I hold the torch!

The town is my kingdom,

My house holds my thrown,

It’s probably a symptom,

Let it remain unknown!

It’s not real life,

It’s not for fame,

It’s just my persona,

In this life that’s a game!

Yes I’m the King of Hartly,

I have my ups and downs,

But when I’m the King,

I run this town,

Always Remember one thing,

I’m just a King without a crown!