the trick

There was a bat
Man in personality
Fear of a cat
She appeared suddenly
She was black cat
She moved in hurry
She made a trick
She appeared weak
He saw her creep
He was Squeamish
He afraid of death
He approached her
He tried to carry her
She didn't have a faith  
As she was deserted
Her friends dealt her
As she was jailed
At far and solitary
her spirit got foggy
 Look and black
She believed that
She was a shadow
Her hate didn't only grow
but her enmity was also
As a great wind with snow
They didn't attack the body
They attacked the soul
She converted as ghoul
She attacked his nose
She meowed in coarse
She ran faster as a horse