Cloaked in feathers, black as night,
Cawgnito soars, a cryptic sight.
With eyes like jewels, that gleam and glow,
He holds secrets, the wind doesn’t know.
His caws like riddles, pierce the air,
Of ancient tales, and burdens rare.
He guards the knowledge, whispers kept,
Of forgotten lore, while shadows crept.
He yearns for freedom, wings unbound,
To paint the skies, where stories resound.
But duty calls, a raven’s plight,
To guard the mysteries, through darkest night.
The whispers sing, of fallen kings,
Of lost civilizations, hidden springs.
But Cawgnito seeks a different quest,
Where knowledge shared, puts shadows to the test.
Oh, Cawgnito, enigma of the skies,
May understanding paint your wise replies.
Let truths unfold, on raven’s wing,
And ancient secrets, freedom bring.
For in your heart, where knowledge lies,
True wisdom sleeps, beyond the skies.
And raven’s call, a gentle guide,
Will illuminate the path, far and wide.