My Black Cat.

In shadows deep and dark as night,

Where magic reigns and fears take flight,

A power stirs, both old and wise,

With whispers low and piercing eyes.

The wind it howls and branches creak,

As ancient spells are set to speak,

And with a flick of bony hand,

The world is changed at their command.

With words of power, dark and deep,

The spell is cast, the secrets keep,

And all who dare to cross their path,

Will feel the chill of magic's wrath.

The moon it rises, full and bright,

As shadows dance in eerie light,

And in the darkness, all alone,

The sorcerer sits upon their throne.

With ancient tomes and magic rings,

They weave a web of wicked things,

And all who see the dark they bring,

Will feel the terror that it sings.

So beware the power of the night,

And never cross a wizard's might,

For in the shadows, where they dwell,

Lies the power of heaven and hell.