Silent running
Seamless prowling
The nocturnal huntress slips through the cloudless night
As her silky curves are illuminated by silver moonlight
Eyes glowing
Claws gleaming
A seductive silhouette that glows in the shadows
Enticing her prey to mindlessly follow
First came a rumble, then a deafening roar
Punctuated by the smell of burning rubber one cannot ignore
I called after her, my voice drowned
She spun to a stop, and gave me a mischievous frown
What is thy name, o fair lady?
That you should know already, for my name is Serenity