The Grey Lady.

He watched her walking through the night

Into the darkness of life

To the ever changing days

She glanced with the words trailing

You can’t see me

In the night all cats are grey

It’s always been that way

Did you see the sign

Walking towards

Like death walking towards that point

But going no further

Not when the gravestones scream

Injustice

For the mourned

They watch in the night

For that glimpse

As the rising mist

Touch her aura

In a strange way

We rejoice

Watching her walking through the night

Whispering

You can’t see me

In the night all cats are grey.

Reviews

[LazerRays]

Wooooww! I like this! Where I'm from we have a legend that on one of the beaches there's a ghost called the grey lady. She appears to people before hurricanes I guess.
But let's focus on this poem shall we? The format is great; the description is lovely. The cats are grey? You're pointing out a fact in this "hehe" creepy tone. Like a psycho man whispers "if only you knew" amusing tone. Great job!

[Paul Bell]

Yeah, the grey lady seems to appear in all formats.
I always see her as a warning. But I also like the creepy side.

[LazerRays]

i have to agree with that :D

[Lyn Anderson]

Grey. It isn't a colour, really, unless it's on a cat.;)

[Marina]

No surprises here, I like it.
For some reason, grey is so much more disturbing than black.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

This is very different from the other pieces I have read from you...makes me a wee bit weepy.

[Paul Bell]

Don't weep, it's Christmas.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

It's okay, good poetry has that affect on me.

[Valentine]

Hey, My sister next door's grey cat is missing. One of her 10. She is out in the snow calling every evening. Do you have it? [smiling] we all walk closer to death every day. Valentine

[Paul Bell]

It'll be back when it's hungry.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Then it must be a man.lol

[Valentine]

Fixed!!!!!!!!!!

[Paul Bell]

Told you. lol