The Twilight Witch

Skulking in the darkness,
I seem to find my way
The light of the sun comes less and less
And the birds have nothing to say

And soon it shall be, the twilight hour
When all is dark and hollow
Soon the milk will go sour,
And the witch, whom I will follow

Her black cat with the green eyes,
Hisses at all who pass by
She is the bringer of the sins and lies
As her cat emits a mournful cry.

As she steals away in the darkness of twilight.
Before the villagers hear she has come,
She has already taken her flight,
As the villagers come with torches, watching her flight from the dome.