Where Ravens Cry

Where Ravens Cry Beneath ancient boughs, where woeful ravens cry, Our souls entwined, chilling winds around us creep. The fragrance of midnight blossoms drifts nearby, As dense fog enshrouds the glade in cryptic sleep. With every touch, spectral fire ignites the sky, Like graves in soft silver light, desires dig deep. A moonlit serenade whispers through the trees, Love’s dark melody carried upon the breeze. Under the starlit sky, our bodies entwine, Beneath a shroud of mystic mist, passions play. Azure eyes, like haunted sapphires, darkly shine, And guide my love through the night’s bewitching sway. Each amorous moan, a ghostly lover’s sign, An unholy union, our vows will betray. A moonlit serenade borne on raven wings, In our pounding hearts, love’s dark melody sings.