In the shroud of night they soar,
Guardians of the moonlit skies,
With wings that whisper ancient lore,
And eyes that see through shadowed lies.

Perched upon the withered trees,
Their calls echo through the dark,
In their gaze, a world of mysteries,
Their presence leaves an indelible mark.

They dance upon the winds so cold,
Silent sentinels of the night,
Carrying secrets never told,
In their flight, a haunting sight.

Oh, ravens, keepers of the unknown,
Your cryptic tales we long to hear,
In the silent night, you’re not alone,
Your echoes linger, ever near.