In the darkness of the deep and somber night,

A sinister presence wanders in agony's might.

With owl-like eyes, she watches with fury's might,

Her malignant aura bringing misfortune's bite.

Witch of the night, mistress of torment,

Her presence is an omen of lament.

In the realm of shadows, she dances with no mercy,

Her macabre melody bringing darkness to the city.

Amongst twisted trees and whispers of the wind,

She hides, a specter with no repent.

Her laughter echoes like thunder in the storm,

A grim warning to those who dare defy her form.

Witch of the night, mistress of affliction,

Her curse bringing endless friction.

In the dark corners, she reigns upon her throne,

Swallowing souls in her kingdom of disown.

And when the moon hides behind the blackened clouds,

Her power grows, a force that never shrouds.

Her secrets guarded in the depths of night's embrace,

She is the keeper of mysteries, the queen of no grace.

Witch of the night, mistress of affliction,

Her curse bringing endless friction.

In the dark corners, she reigns upon her throne,

Swallowing souls in her kingdom of disown.

Witch of the night, mistress of despair,

Her whispers are an echo of the infernal lair.

In her eternal domain, mortals tremble in fear,

For she is darkness incarnate, a shadow without peer.