In shadows deep, where moonlight weaves,
A raven's dance among the eaves.
Feathers dark as midnight's song,
In solitude, it does belong.

A creature of the ancient lore,
On wings that whisper tales of yore.
Its eyes, a gaze, a mystery,
Reflecting realms of history.

Through ebony skies, it takes its flight,
A silhouette against the night.
A harbinger, a mystic guide,
In realms where secrets love to hide.

With crooked beak and knowing caw,
The raven chants a sacred law.
A symphony of darkness, free,
Unveiling truths for all to see.

In folklore's grasp and poet's quill,
The raven weaves its mystic skill.
A guardian of tales untold,
In midnight's grasp, its wings unfold..

• 100% cotton face
• 65% ring-spun cotton, 35% polyester
• Front pouch pocket
• Self-fabric patch on the back
• Matching flat drawstrings
• 3-panel hood
• Blank product sourced from Pakistan

This product is made especially for you as soon as you place an order, which is why it takes us a bit longer to deliver it to you. Making products on demand instead of in bulk helps reduce overproduction, so thank you for making thoughtful purchasing decisions!