Once was a man

Used magic as a hand

Arram Numair became as he ran

Was most powerful in the land

Once was a crow

For a girl he did adore

A secret trick he did know

Became more human than before

Aly knew Numair from before

Her parents and his wife

Together all were things of lore

Legend of country and fief

Nawat and Aly they did wed

All traveled for the fun

As the two went to bed

In her oven were three buns

A party for all was had

Mage played tricks for all

Nawat he was glad

Making a happy crow man call

Numair was like a stork

He answered with his own

As wine jugs were uncorked

Silver sparkles from his black shown

Now Nawat he was still Crow

Thinking like a bird

The sparkly made him glow

Entranced he was without a word

He got up with exclaim

Trying to grasp the joy

Sparklies were no game

The black he wanted for toy

"Magic" Numair cooed

You cannot take

In me it has brewed

Black filling like a lake

Can you show me

Nawat wondered

It wouldn't be easy

Numair pondered

Togther they walked

Through the city

They both stalked

A city both sparkly and gritty

Nawat listened

Numair showed

The magic it glistened

Ever present it glowed