catblack the wizard´s hat
spun in lore from dagamoor
the skull of jade was pearl inlaid
the silks, skin spun, repelled the sun
a tusk of boar with dwarfish awe
sobs on the door where stood before
a mountain man with sky-blue teeth
upon his head a python´s wreath
a deer he slew in the dawning´s dew
her heart was a dagger for a murderer´s brew.

a toad of jet on a sill cast in brass
portrayed for his sight mysteries of the past
a yellow orphan dancer rich in nature´s costly gold
wept for the jailer of time to bless her old
but his kiss he held and shadowed for the spell of nights are strong
and spiralled like a whirlwind in the childhood of a song

catblack the wizard´s back
daubed in doom in his tounge tombed room
we of the wind must rejoice and speak
and kiss all our starbrowed brothers on the cheek.