In the stillness of the night they soar,
Shadows against the moonlit sky,
With wings that whisper ancient lore,
Echoes of a time gone by.
Their eyes, like obsidian pools,
Reflect the stars’ eternal glow,
Guardians of forgotten rules,
In the silent world below.
Through the forest dark and deep,
They glide on a silent breeze,
Secrets in their hearts they keep,
Hidden in the swaying trees.
Oh, ravens of the midnight hour,
Sing your song of mystery,
For in your flight lies the power,
To unfold life’s history.