The Silver-Eyed Prince

He takes his throne upon the mossy bone,

A prince of shadows wearing ebon flight,

Surveying all his kingdom built of stone.

Silver eyes that pierce us through the light,

He watches mortals scurry far below,

Our silent monarch regal from such height.

The hollow skull, his throne, where he doth stow

Myriad hidden secrets whispered in the breeze,

While velvet feathers gather up the glow.

He claims the air with grim and graceful ease,

A jackdaw king whose silhouette is stark,

Among the gargoyles and the ancient trees.

The silver-eyed dark prince achieves his mark,

And reigns in silence o'er the gothic park.