In the stillness of the moonlit night,
Ravens take their shadowed flight,
With wings that cut the silken skies,
They echo tales of ancient ties.

Their eyes, like stars in the darkened sea,
Hold secrets of eternity,
Whispering winds carry their song,
Where dreams and reality belong.

Upon the ebon branches they rest,
Guardians of the night’s silent quest,
In the dance of shadows they weave,
Stories of those who dare believe.

Beneath the cloak of twilight’s grace,
The ravens’ dance leaves a trace,
Of wonder spun in the night’s embrace,
A mystic charm time can’t erase.