Paul Bell

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


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


You can’t see me

In the night all cats are grey.


  • Teddy.15

    Wow beautiful and dark Paul, brilliant.

    • Paul Bell

      This will get me trick or treat kudos.

    • orchidee

      Good write Paul.

      • Paul Bell

        Thanks, orchi, getting to that time again.

      • Robert Haigh

        Most of us love a dark tale with a hint of mystery. A touch of tension and latent menace here. I'm not superstitious, but I'd never walk through a graveyard at midnight.

        • Paul Bell

          Only the brave, brave the walk through the graveyard at night.

        • spilleronsheet

          So intense…good imagery…well penned

        • Goldfinch60

          Very good dark words Paul.


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