I am Grey,
And today is the day,
This is winter,
The Winter of Grey.
The day I shed my human skin,
I shed it fast,
Fast with a feeling of terrible sin.
But wait,
Hold on,
It is not yet the break of Dawn.
Then I see her in the crowd,
She is very quiet, not too loud,
She stopped briefly then bowed.
She is a Special,
Bright, not dull,
I feel it again,
That quick thump in my skull.
I ask her to step forward,
To show me how she can shift,
She waits, hesitantly,
Her mind gone adrift.
Her fur is black,
As black as night can be,
I want to unlock her heart,
With my special key.
I think I fell in love,
This wasn't supposed to happen,
She is so fragile,
As fragile as a dove.
I will have to tell her what I am,
A beast.
A monster.
A wolf.
But she already knows,
She is one too,
It happen so often,
Every so few.
The pain inside,
It already grew,
I want springtime back,
To bring back new.
She locks herself in her room,
To hide from the wintry gloom of day,
I too, try to escape,
But no one can every say
Because this is it, the Winter of Grey.
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
I am Grey,
And today is the day,
This is winter,
The Winter of Grey.
The day I shed my human skin,
I shed it fast,
Fast with a feeling of terrible sin.
But wait,
Hold on,
It is not yet the break of Dawn.
Then I see her in the crowd,
She is very quiet, not too loud,
She stopped briefly then bowed.
She is a Special,
Bright, not dull,
I feel it again,
That quick thump in my skull.
I ask her to step forward,
To show me how she can shift,
She waits, hesitantly,
Her mind gone adrift.
Her fur is black,
As black as night can be,
I want to unlock her heart,
With my special key.
I think I fell in love,
This wasn't supposed to happen,
She is so fragile,
As fragile as a dove.
I will have to tell her what I am,
A beast.
A monster.
A wolf.
But she already knows,
She is one too,
It happen so often,
Every so few.
The pain inside,
It already grew,
I want springtime back,
To bring back new.
She locks herself in her room,
To hide from the wintry gloom of day,
I too, try to escape,
But no one can every say
Because this is it, the Winter of Grey.
This is from my current book I am writing called, Winter of Grey.
