In a frock
Of owl brown
And six swimming swans
With tails white as snow crowns.
When this frocked he looks at me
My very soul is his vessel.
My limbs are stone and tender as clay,
The feather frocked he is Night’s entity.
Be careful to fall under his gaze
For you will be seduced as well.
So, tread carefully little
Prince who refused but fell.
For devils with cloaked
Wings dark as coal