In the velvet cloak of night they glide,
Silent wings against the moonlight’s glow,
Guardians of secrets in shadows they hide,
In whispered stories only they know.

Their eyes are pools of ancient lore,
Reflecting the stars and the mysteries they see,
Each caw a call from time’s endless shore,
A song of the past, a future’s decree.

Perched upon the gnarled branches old,
They speak of dreams in riddles and rhymes,
In the hush of darkness, tales unfold,
Of worlds unseen, beyond the confines of time.

Oh, crows that dance in the shadow’s embrace,
With feathers as dark as the deepest night,
Guide us through the unknown space,
In your flight, we find the light.