In the velvet cloak of night, they soar,
Ravens, harbingers of ancient lore.
Their wings, a dance of shadowed grace,
Bear secrets from a forgotten place.

With eyes that gleam like polished coal,
They pierce the silence, touch the soul.
In moonlit realms, their cries resound,
A mystic symphony unbound.

Perched upon the twisted bough,
They guard the night, they take a vow.
To keep the mysteries they’ve known,
In whispers through the dark they’ve sown.

Oh, ravens of the midnight sky,
In your dark beauty, shadows lie.
You weave the tales of yore and now,
With every flight and every bow.