Birds circle overhead,

One Raven, two Raven, three Raven.

Dark wings slicing through the sky,

Whispers of secrets as they fly.

Four Raven, five Raven, shadow blend,

Where do their journeys start and end?

Silent calls in the moonlight night,

Their presence is felt, yet out of sight.

Six Raven, seven Raven, closer still,

Echoing cries that send a chill.

With every beat of their wings, they soar,

A dark dance of time, forevermore.