Alone she prowls the shadowed streets
 Adorned in shades of earthly sins,
  Each step predestined to conceal
   Where midnight ends
    And cat begins.

    No sound escapes her searching ears
   Or movement flees her golden gaze;
  With fluid beauty she pursues
 Those lesser lives
On which she preys.

Oh! woe to those who cross her path
 Or stray too close to razor claws;
  For darkness lurks within her grasp
   And death awaits
    In crushing jaws.

    But though her superstition grows
   And visage conjures tales of fright,
  No blackness dwells within her heart—
 She is the Empress
Of the night.

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