The moon and stars gave a luminescent glow to the night sky.
The crisp night air felt cool upon his face as he flew through it.
His hair flew back revealing his past, revealing his rise to fame.
On his broomstick he flew
Away from cares
Away from worries
He was free to roam the night skies, away from prying eyes.
This was the only time he was truly free.
The only time he could, himself be.