Lady Grey
Shades the day
With her sorrow

Careless tracks
Left to follow
By salted tears running down...

A silver pool
Left to cool into crystals
- fabric for her gown

Which trails down
Through the frown
Of confusion
Left behind in her wake

If only she were as kind
As to show
What all of us do think we know

If only she were to let it go
To drop the show
And be honest for once

But maybe she is.
And the pale shades of grey
Which seems to follow her night and day
Are not the illusion

Everyone seems to hope it is...

Maybe truth lies in those tears
Which she sheds,
Watering the flowerbeds
Of twisty branches and prickly thorn

Of blossom pale and dire
You so kindly look and admire
Ignorant and blissfully so
Her open secrets are only hers to know

Although, she does hope
As all are inclined
From time to time
Yet, aware, ever aware

Once more she'll stare
Into the mirror
And proclaim, with little fame
But all the flame that loathing could give her

A fool she sees
Who dies to please
And will never cease to be
Her reflection...

So she dons her gown,
Her cloak, her frown,
And walks into the light

Exposed... unable
To colour the day
With anything other
Than that horrid shade of grey...

...Wishing she'd just fade away...