In the twilight’s somber hue, they soar,
Whispers of the night, shadows of lore,
With wings as dark as the deepest sea,
They carry secrets, wild and free.

Through the silent woods and moonlit skies,
Their haunting calls, a symphony of cries,
Guardians of the ancient night,
Eclipsing stars with their enigmatic flight.

In the heart of darkness, they find their way,
Guided by the moon’s gentle sway,
Silent watchers, cloaked in mystery,
Masters of the night, whispering history.

As dawn approaches with its golden light,
They vanish into the fading night,
Leaving behind a trail of dreams,
Weaving through time, like silver streams.