In the quiet of the night they soar,
Raven wings against the moon’s soft glow,
Silent shadows dance upon the forest floor,
Weaving tales only the wise ones know.

Their eyes, like stars, pierce the endless dark,
Silent sentinels of secrets untold,
From ancient oaks, they watch and hark,
Guardians of mysteries from days of old.

Echoes of their cries thread through the night,
A chorus of whispers in the chilling breeze,
Carving pathways of ethereal light,
Through the tangled branches of the trees.

Oh, ravens of the twilight’s embrace,
Bearers of dreams and forgotten lore,
In your flight, we find a sacred space,
Where the heart and soul can soar.