In the twilight sky they soar and glide,
Shadows dancing on the evening tide.
Crows in flight, a silent symphony,
Painting whispers of night’s mystery.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery glow,
Their feathers shimmer, a darkened show.
Guardians of secrets, ancient and wise,
With knowing eyes that pierce the skies.

Each swoop and dive, a tale untold,
Of days gone by and legends bold.
In the hush of dusk, their calls resound,
Echoes of stories that once were found.

Enigmatic beings of the night,
Cloaked in ebony, they take flight.
In their wake, the stars align,
Guiding us through the realm of time.