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
