A/N: I didn't really pay attention to who's point-of-view this actually was. As I said in my summary, it was one of her former mates. I have gotten a few comments, asking if it was Old Deuteronomy, but I'm not exactly sure. You decide.
This poem is a dedication to Grizabella: May she forever be peaceful in Heavyside.
Do you recall the name
Of the cat across the room?
Before-hand I had not the shame
To know her name, of what I assumed
Her rosy cheeks,
Now flushed to white
Her blood still leaks
Upon my sight
Those once blue eyes
Are dark and black
My heart now sighs
Of life now lacked
Oh long ago I knew her well
And when she showed
I could not tell
That she was lovely
Now I regret
From what I saw
To what I now collect.
Perhaps one day
I will see her again
But for now she pays
For vile man's sin.
I wish I was with her-
I hope she is well-
I pray she's in Heavyside
She's too good for hell
Her lovely fur
Is torn apart
That soothing purr
Now has no heart
A beautiful soul
-has been cruelly broken
And her radiant love,
Is my only token...
The Irony is-
From what I now know,
I always loved her,
Yet I was always her foe.
But someday I'll see her
Out of all of my fears
And the roses will bloom
Where we shed our tears...