Beneath the shroud of twilight’s veil
Where whispered winds weave ancient tales
The crow ascends on sable wings
A harbinger of shadowed things

With eyes that glint like midnight stars
They peer beyond fate’s iron bars
Through realms unseen, their keen gaze roams
In wisdom’s depths, they make their home

Cunning trickster, born of lore
A keeper of the ancient door
You speak in tongues the night has learned
Of secrets buried, suns that burned

Your voice, a hymn of stark decree
A song of death & prophecy
Yet in your call, there breathes a spark
A flame that kindles through the dark

Toolmaker, sage, & fleeting guide
On blackened winds, you twist the tide
In your dark feathers’ endless span
Lies mystery beyond the span of man

O crow, to you this ode I weave
For in your flight, I dare believe
That life & death are but a dance
And truth resides in your wise glance