I'm nothing compared to you,
He is the grandson of the Moon Goddess (impressive stuff)
Contrasted takes' crop.
"cropped" wings glow in contrasting silver in the moonlight
You're nothing but a welterweight, simi,
still a wee bairn
And I've escaped worse.
I may not be much,
But at least I know who I am.
He's still young and forming his personality
As elusive as an elf,
As fickle as the fae,
Personality - has "a heart still easily won"
You and yours will be mine this day.
Twin? idk
You may be wondering why
Lil ol' me would come after anything
When not all with feathers may fly,
Winged Hybrid, but flightless
And not all birds can sing.