Raven's Handmaid Rhyme

Invisible specters, they silently roam, In the mortal realm they call their home. A chorus of caws, a haunting tune, The Raven's Handmaids beneath the eerie moon.
Beware, dear traveler, when the night turns cold, For the Raven's Handmaids, are monsters of old, They're guardians of darkness, protectors of night, Hunting lost souls until the first morning light.
Who's that cawing at the window, who's that tapping at the door, The Raven's Handmaids beckon, their presence we deplore. Invisible and silent, they invite you to their land, To join their spectral dance, hand in feathered hand.