The Raven's Whisper

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, a maiden sits, lost in thought's dark way. A raven's call, a mystic, whispered spell, echoes through the soul, a story to tell. The flowers bloom, a ghostly, pale hue, like moonlit dreams, both pure and true. In this dark garden, she finds her peace, a world where mystic forces softly release. The raven's wings, a midnight sky, enfold her spirit, as the winds go by. In this still moment, she is free to be, a mystic, wild, and untamed ecstasy.