In the heart of the silent woods they fly,
Ravens cloaked in midnight’s dark embrace,
Wings whispering secrets to the sky,
Guardians of shadows in their graceful chase.

Beneath the silver glow of the moon’s gentle gaze,
Their eyes, like obsidian, pierce through the night,
Echoes of their calls in a haunting maze,
Weaving tales of mystery in the pale twilight.

Perched upon the ancient oaks they rest,
Sentinels of the forest, wise and old,
Feathers gleaming with an ethereal zest,
In their watchful silence, stories unfold.

Oh, ravens of the night, with secrets untold,
In your flight, the magic of the dusk survives,
Through the ages, your legends bold,
Carried by the winds where eternity thrives.