The black cat,
Companion of witchcraft.

It sneaked upon me
on a late Thursday night,
Looking into my eyes,
Straight into my soul,
Detecting all of my deepest desires.

“Wake up from your slumber” 
It spoke in a soft voice,
Before disappearing into the dark again.

Next time that we met,
It jumped straight next to my side,
Purring loudly in a satisfied way,
When my fingers played with 
The black curls of its fur.

“You’re awake now.” It spoke,
It’s glooming eyes glowing with embers,
Reflecting mine, filled with a new truth.

And when it left me again,
I shivered.
Returning from a feverish dream.
For the black cat was never reality,
But in its presence I was real.