Midnight Devotion

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A mystic figure stands, entwined with it all, Crows gather 'round, like messengers of old, As she holds the sacred, her heart doth unfold. With eyes cast down, in reverent, silent prayer, She cradles the mysteries, beyond compare, The crows, like guardians, watch with knowing gaze, As the wind whispers secrets, in the midnight haze. In this nocturnal scene, where darkness reigns, A sacred ritual unfolds, with mystic refrains, The figure stands, a vessel, pure and true, A conduit to the mysteries, both old and new. The crows, with wings outstretched, as if in flight, Form a dark halo, a symbol of the mystic light, That guides her on her journey, through the darkest night, To the realms of the unknown, where secrets take flight.