Ancient Rhythm

Whispers from a raven, shadows at play, weave

Secrets in the night, old magic at play

A witch of old, with eyes of shadows

Telling a tale beneath the midnight willow

Mysteries linger in her gentle song

Two hearts beat where only one belongs

One is loud, fierce, and bright

The other, silent as a moon light night

Bound by the rhythm, timeless and strong

Two souls dancing as if one

One is the old, the other new

Blended in shadows, brought by light, crafted anew

Old magic, young spark, merging as one

Rhythm of the ancients, never undone

Echoes of whispers,

tales long gone

Carried on by the beat of the drum

The pound of the heartbeat, in every song

They are the oldest, and yet the young

Magic eternal, yet taking flight

Two hearts, one ancient song

Whispers no more into the night