Widow
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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,
The Grey Lady watches, darkness ensues...