Riddle Me This

Riddle me this. Riddle me that. Who left the print of the claw on the mat? You audit the index, you check the chart, Tracking the catwalk, dissecting the art, Seeking a cipher to tear me apart! You brought a lantern to study the maze, Mired in static, trapped in the haze, A clumsy detective compiling a gaze. But the camera flashes, the shutters snap, And you are the one who is caught in the trap! I'm not your passkey to the center, Not your cheat code to the game! Though you are desperate to enter, I have modified the name. Solve the riddle, pay the toll— A apex predator demands control! The lock is a puzzle of copper and stone, A cold corridor where you query alone. You want an answer, but logic is tight, The system is dark and I've pocketed light— Step on the wire and watch it ignite! You copy the data, you query the prompt, But this is a jungle where you shouldn't have romped. A stripe in the shadow, a flash in the lens, The haute couture nightmare begins and it ends! The secret key is locked inside the core, An intricate, impenetrable door. The gears click. The clock ticks. No simple combination of your parlor tricks. The claws extend. The prey submits. I tear your algorithms into bits. I'm not your passkey to the center, Not your cheat code to the game! Though you are desperate to enter, I have modified the name. Solve the riddle, pay the toll— A apex predator demands control! Riddle me this. Riddle me that. Mind the mat. Watch the stripes. Riddle me this. Riddle me that.