In the shadowed veil of twilight’s embrace,
Crows gather with whispers of ancient lore,
Their wings slicing through the air’s cold face,
Guardians of secrets on the forest floor.

Perched on branches, they weave tales of night,
Their caws echoing through the silent trees,
In their gaze, the stars flicker with insight,
Harbingers of dreams carried by the breeze.

Feathers sleek as obsidian’s gleam,
They dance in the moon’s silvery glow,
Conjuring visions from the depths of a dream,
With every flap, the mysteries grow.

O, noble crows of the night’s vast domain,
Keepers of shadows where the day cannot see,
In your flight, we find the untold refrain,
Of the universe’s unspoken decree.