In the hushed embrace of twilight’s glow,
The owls take flight with grace and might,
Their wings whisper secrets of the night,
As shadows dance beneath their gentle flow.

Majestic eyes that pierce the darkened veil,
They see what mortals dare not know,
Silent watchers in the moon’s soft glow,
Through ancient woods and haunted trail.

With wisdom etched in feathers light,
They guard the mysteries of the stars,
Guiding souls through endless night,
To realms beyond the sky’s great scars.

Oh, sacred owls of dusk and dawn,
In your realm of silent flight,
We find solace, fears withdrawn,
In your vigil, through the night.