Black Panther, Empress of the night, The daughter of the moon, Your eyes are bright, Your step is light, Your life is dark and gloom. And when you dream Beneath a tree Or on a shady branch, Your heart is cool, Your pose is free, Claws’re ready for a clutch. Steal, empress, jump, Run through the jungle, Pursue the mighty boar! In fights you tumble To and fro And soar, and coil and roar. After the fight Your paws will wash The blood off your nice face, Black Panther, Lady of the night, The sister of the Grace. Moscow June 28, 2005 |