Get thee back into the tempest of the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as token of that lie your thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! Take thy beak from out my heart and take thy form from off my door!
Ooh, the claws and raven give him a wild look. Wild but refined, if his clothes say anything. The only thing I'd suggest is maybe another bit of bright red somewhere to tie his sash in with his shirt. But that's just my opinion.