Cursed in the Dark Cabin

In the black night where the moon does not shine,

There is a hut in which evil rages.

Three young men, full of courage,

They ignore the warnings of the locals.

They enter a cottage full of secrets,

Unaware that a bad fate awaits them.

In the Dark Forest, there is a dark cabin,

Old woman with black magic.

In the old cabin where evil dwells,

Three young men lost forever.

Darkness, dust and musty air inside,

A book full of spells and recipes.

An old woman appears with a smile,

And the youngsters turn into cats.

Old cottage, black night,

In the body of a cat, a powerful curse.

In the deep forest where hope dies,

Three young men forever cursed.

Trapped in a basement full of fear,

They realize their mistake.

Whispers in shadows, they call for light,

But the old woman holds them tight.

They scratch at walls, they meow in despair,

Once full of dreams, now floating in air.

With every tick of the clock they fade,

Into a nightmare that darkness made.

In the Dark Forest, in shadows they roam,

Ever searching, but never at home.

What once was life is now just a dream,

Three young men lost, or so it would seem.

So heed the tales of the ancient woods,

In a place where evil brews,

For behind each door, there lies a price,

And choices made can roll the dice.