In the stillness of the midnight air,
Ravens glide through shadows deep,
Whispering secrets only they bear,
Guardians of the dreams we keep.

Their wings trace tales of ancient lore,
In the moon’s gentle, silver glow,
Mysteries of times long before,
In silent flight, they ebb and flow.

Perched upon the trees so high,
They watch the world with knowing eyes,
Witnesses to the stars that die,
And the dawns that softly rise.

In their gaze, the night finds peace,
As whispers fade into the night,
The ravens’ dance will never cease,
A timeless ballet in the light.