In the veil of night where shadows grow,
Crows gather ‘neath the silver glow.
Their wings unfold in silent grace,
Guardians of the moonlit space.

With eyes like embers, sharp and wise,
They trace the stars across the skies.
In whispered calls, secrets they share,
Of hidden worlds beyond our care.

On ancient branches, they perch and dream,
Of forgotten lore in twilight’s gleam.
Their voices weave through the night’s embrace,
A haunting song of time and space.

As dawn approaches, they take their flight,
Into the horizon, chasing the light.
Leaving behind their mystic tale,
In the heart of night, where dreams prevail.