He shined as bright
as the brightest star,
day by day.
He had one rule,
to do as he may.

He was as organised and detailed
as the solar system.
And in this system I was the mole.
Then again, he had the knowledge and power
as dark as a bottomless hole.

He had the courage of a honey badger,
looked like one too.
Not saying his beauty
was of a nasty troll.
In fact, he could take the role
of a charming prince,
too good to be true.

He could move an inch of the universe,
with a blink.
But here’s the catch, he’s all ink,
the boy with the magic wand.
Doesn’t mean he can’t be real.