In the heart of the silent wood, they soar,
Dark silhouettes against the twilight sky,
Their wings unfold tales of forgotten lore,
Secrets in their flight, as the night draws nigh.

Whisperers of time, in shadows they sing,
Echoes of history in their haunting calls,
Guardians of the night with silent wings,
Mysteries of the world within their thralls.

Beneath the moon’s silver glow, they dance,
In the realm where time and dreams collide,
Carrying the weight of an ancient trance,
In their eyes, the universe confides.

Majestic ravens, in the night they reign,
Keepers of secrets, shadows of the past,
In their presence, the stars seem to wane,
Eternal whispers in the night, steadfast.