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.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 19th, 2021 10:43
- Category: Gothic
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Comments3
Good write Paul.
Thanks, orchi, getting to that time again.
So intense…good imagery…well penned
Very good dark words Paul.
Andy
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