lone 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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