The Witch's Midnight Curse

Beneath the bright midnight stars, the ritual begins. Your dignity is gone,

and your suffering starts now. In and out, the needle bites. Feel the sting

of the shadows as I weave this curse of black magic. By the power

of the ancient ones, I bind your soul to this cloth.

You shall know no rest tonight. The spell is cast. The needle finds

its mark. Your fate is sealed in the ink of the night.