In the moonlit sky, where shadows dance,
Ravens soar with a mystic trance.
Their wings whisper secrets of the night,
Guiding lost souls with their sight.

Beneath the stars, in silent flight,
They weave through dreams, dark and bright.
Echoes of the ancient lore,
Carried by ravens forevermore.

On the wind, their calls resound,
A haunting melody, profound.
Guardians of the twilight’s veil,
In their presence, myths prevail.

With feathers black as midnight’s deep,
They hold the mysteries we seek.
Silent watchers of the night,
Ravens, keepers of the light.