Natural Looking
They look so natural
Perched where they are
The two watchful ravens
But is that what they really are
There are times when I think
That I have seen them change
From two watching ravens
Into two twin warriors
They are not your average warriors
No, they are there to aid others
They prefer to help then actually fight
They call each other sister
And so it seems they are
Dressed in similar dresses
That seems to be made of fire
Their hair still is reminiscent
Of the feathers of a raven
And in their eyes
I still see the watchfulness
Once possessed by two watchful ravens
Now they are perched on the arch
That serves as the entrance
To this holy shrine
Watching every little move that is made
Seeming to talk to one another
Telling some small secret unknown
If I see them as the twin warriors again
I should ask what it is
That is so secret
That they only speak of it as ravens
I am sure it is them
For who else could it be
For two twin warriors
And two watchful ravens
To be helping my friends
When we have small battles to fight
They are always there to aid
They are always there to watch
These two Ravens
With their feathers black as black
And their dresses of the fire within
They are my friends
They are my watchers
They are my moons
They are Phobos and Deimos