In the shadows of realms where no light ever gleams,
Lurks a panther with secrets and silencing schemes.
A stalker of spirits, a predator grand,
With paws made of whispers and darkness at hand.
The Astral was vast, a world wild and deep,
Where nightmares and monsters forever would creep.
But this panther, oh no, it was different, you see.
It hunted the horrors, not you, nor me.
It prowled with a purpose, its mission so clear,
To punish the evil, those ruled by fear.
Not just any prey would catch its sharp eye,
Only the worst who caused familys to die.
Cold-blooded killers, with hearts made of ice,
The panther sought those who wouldn’t think twice
To take and destroy, to ravage and tear,
But once they were found, oh, they would have to beware.
With eyes full of stars and claws dipped in night,
The panther would pounce, and end every fight.
Silent and swift, it struck in the gloom,
No mercy, no words, just doom, doom, doom, doom.
It was careful and cunning, with a mind like a blade,
Dexterous in judgment, with decisions well-made.
The worst of the worst, its selected it’s prey,
They would vanish from realms, just wiped clean away.
In the Astral, they whispered, they trembled, they hid,
For the panther’s black shadow did what no others did.
It hunted the darkness, the killers of soul,
And left behind nothing but silence and cold.
So remember the tale when you dream and you roam,
If you’ve done no evil, you’re safe and alone.
But when too far gone, in your darkness and deeds,
Beware of the panther that silently feeds.
