We are all black cats in the palest of moons
The lunacy and loonies transcending the anticipated doom
We stalk behind candle lights at shadows in the night
Or linger behind secret filled corridors out of sight
With long crawling fingers we lead others astray
Our intentional bad luck bringing discomfort and dismay
Accidents eradicated and all accusations put aside
It is by our own rules and self nurtured pleasure the bad luck abides
We cast and wish it upon others we seek
Our eyes cold and worries on skin left sleek
Black cats, we wander and screech and cry
With our own misfortune the bad luck dies
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