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) (
Online) - Published: June 30th, 2026 03:56
- Category: Gothic
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Comments3
Paul I like the hook to this poem in the night all cats are gray. The metaphoric meaning of this is immense. Nicely done
A bit of the dark thrown in.
Indeed
Totally out of my depth, Paul - which doesn't mean I'm passing judgement on it, just providing a click !
Something my mum used to say when I was a kid.
If you see the grey lady, run home.
Think it was to make sure I never strayed. lol
Aha - I understand now...
Paul, this really moved me. The haunting atmosphere, the recurring refrain, and the image of walking through the night create a piece that feels both mysterious and reflective. It lingered with me long after the final line. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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