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The Grey Lady

Down the street I walk,

But as I go, my senses know, another one would stalk,

Several times my eyes do see, a lady watching over me,

As grey as an overcast day, she follows me along the way...

Coming to my house's door, I enter to the bottom floor,

I hang my coat upon my rack, moving to the kitchen for a late night snack,

Shortly after this, I go upstairs as sleep ensnares,

Thoughts begin to form within my head as I lie in bed,

The woman from outside, feelings of security thrown aside,

But I did eventually fall asleep, eye's lid failing...

In the midst of night, I awaken in fright,

My mind overwhelmed with dread,

For there, stood at the foot of my bed,