With fur like twilight, eyes like polished onyx gleam,
Katress emerges, where secrets softly stream.
No playful hunter, nor creature of the sun,
But moonlit weaver, where shadows dance as one.
Through moonlit forests, she glides with silent grace,
Leaving trails of stardust, on nature’s gentle face.
Her voice, a melody, on silken threads entwined,
Luring lost souls, with mysteries to find.
But beneath the beauty, a power whispers deep,
Guiding weary travelers, where solace they can keep.
For Katress remembers, the ancient moonlit vow,
To guard the slumbering world, bathed in softest glow.
So approach with reverence, and step with gentle stride,
Respect the stillness, where moonlit wonders hide.
Offer not capture, but a heart that seeks to mend,
And Katress’ secrets, might gently descend.
With whispers carried on the moonbeam’s gentle light,
She tests your spirit, to face the fading night.
For the queen’s trust, isn’t easily claimed,
It seeks a soul like moonlight, gentle and untamed.
Then, in the dance of shadows and moonlit dew,
The weaver unveils her secrets, forever true.
She shares the magic, of dreams yet to be told,
Guiding you through darkness, to stories yet untold.
And as the first rays of dawn ignite the sky,
Katress fades away, a whisper as you sigh.
But in your heart, her wisdom will remain,
A reminder of hope, whispered through the rain.
So close your eyes, beneath the starlit dome,
Let Katress’ spirit, guide you back to your own home.
For in the depths of wonder, where secrets softly gleam,
The queen of shadows, forever watches your dream.