Night sky black
are the ravens wings
sitting on my shoulder.
He wears his darkest colours
to hide the naked truth:
The face he is wearing
is not a mask,
his feathers
not a deception.
The only magic he knows
are upcurrent physics.
His mind is equal to sister crow's,
not less but not more either.
It's our eyes and our minds
that made him the prince of the night sky.