Beneath the moon’s silver glow, they soar,
Ravens with eyes like the night’s core.
Silent shadows against the starlit sky,
Their whispers a song of mysteries gone by.

Perched on ancient oaks, they watch and wait,
Guardians of secrets, keepers of fate.
Feathers black as the deepest abyss, they gleam,
In the twilight’s embrace, like a forgotten dream.

Echoes of legends in their mournful cries,
Tales of love lost and timeless ties.
From dusk till dawn, their vigil they keep,
As the world beneath drifts into sleep.

Oh, ravens of the night, so wise and old,
In your flight, countless stories unfold.
Through the ages, your presence remains,
Eternal sentinels of the darkened plains.