I must go in; the fog is rising.

I must go in, the fog is rising,

A black cat's gaze, in silent twilight seizing,

Reflections dance in the enchanted night,

Where secrets stir with whispered magic chants.

In the stillness, shadows quietly call,

The moon's embrace, a mystic maul,

As if the world beyond were but a dream,

Where hidden wonders in the silence swim.