In twilight's grasp, a door concealed, Behind it lies a fate unsealed. A raven, wise, with eyes aglow, Whispers secrets that only it knows.

Through meadows green and forests deep, Two hearts entwined, their promises keep. Yet shadows lurk, and dangers loom, In the Witch's Hut, where roses bloom.

With crimson petals, love's sweet token, A vow of faith, forever unbroken. But peril stalks, with silent grace, As "le chat" prowls, in moonlit embrace.

A heavy sword, a burden borne, To protect the love that must adorn. So heed the warning, stay away, shut, From the Witch's Hut, where destinies cut.