Shadowed sentinels, draped in dark night.
With feathers like ink, they sketch tales on air,
Crows dance with the winds, free of earthly care.
They ride on the breath of the storm-torn sky,
While I weave through the mundane, with dreams I've said to goodbye
Shadowed sentinels, draped in dark night.
With feathers like ink, they sketch tales on air,
Crows dance with the winds, free of earthly care.
They ride on the breath of the storm-torn sky,
While I weave through the mundane, with dreams I've said to goodbye