Tigerman - Origin - Part 1

The cat was silent No noise he made From his mission, no one could dissuade Is it mercy Or evil afoot? He scans the area for more input The lightning strikes The thunder rolls Neither distracts him from his patrols If one could see His frightening form They'd fear him more than the outside storm His quiet vigil Disturbed no more He stands as if to strike once more No frightened child Not one small peep Young Wade Brandywine has gone to sleep