Halloween!

Malctg - The Foureyed Poet.:

Who knows what is about on Halloween! The Foureyed Poet.

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Dark chilling months are here for another year

as the night of Halloween brings emotions of fear.

When ghouls ghosts and the dead with evil desire

people dressing up in all manner of weird attire.

Many for fun others of a more sinister incitement

trick or treats maybe leading into a dark descent.

Figures some unknown darting about in grave yards

Ouija boards charms dowsing rods and tarot cards.

Good or evil forces clashing of beliefs are they real

maybe just for those with imagination it has appeal!

But who can tell what lurks in those dark shadows

on Halloween night pray tell me who really knows!.

The Foureyed Poet.

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A Stranger Now!

Anne had not seen her brother for six months

he had been keeping in touch

being a scientist had gone on a research trip

to some distant rain forest

making contact once a week by satellite phone

now his whereabouts were unknown!

 

On the day he was due back heard a news alert

that heavy rain in south america

had caused severe flooding in the jungle region

unable to pronounce the area

recognised it as where her brother was based

added all life had been erased!

 

Finding this hard to accept rang the embassy

went home to be with the family

together in mourning waited for confirmation

but after months of agony

the parents calmly waited for news of their son

what else could be done?

 

Half asleep on a Saturday morning the phone

rang vibrating the bedside table

she had forgotten it was in the cabinet draw

or it had any power in the battery

last time she had used it was to speak to Jack

her brother was he back?

 

Picked it up and hastily spoke is that you Jack

a long pause then a quite voice

yes sis I am on my way home ring you again Species

when I arrive at the airport

are you alright she enquired he said no more

something was wrong for sure!

 

Sounded like a stranger this could not ignore

glad he was alive but worried

told her parents he had at last been in touch

yet did not make her happy

waiting for him to call once more so unsure

there was bad news in store!

 

At last he called spoke in the same timid way

it did not sound like him

could she pick him up now then he had gone

before she could speak

A very cold dark night then it started to rain

began to feel the strain!

 

Parking was not easy too many cars no spaces

at last headed for the arrivals

the area was very busy everybody pushing

impatient for their baggage

she waited to see Jack waving and calling out

but he did not seem to be about!

It was then she heard a scream and the anger

turned to panic as crowds

started running blindly in every direction

she managed to quickly hide

behind a pillar or would have been trampled

never before this fear sampled!

 

Security could do nothing it emptied quickly

unable understand why

looked around spotting a lone hooded figure

she knew it was her brother

approaching backed away she followed him

not really but on a whim!

 

She could hear the noise behind and dogs barking

what had frightened so many

please stop you know it is me what is wrong

her voice made him stop and turn

she came up close he cowered and was crying

it felt she were prying!

 

Pulling back his hood Anne had to turn away

could not stop an exclamation

there was a shrivelled old man staring at her

by his eyes she knew it was Jack

more monstrous than human she was shaken

hoping she had been mistaken!

 

Jack came close his gnarled hands afraid to touch

his sister soft perfect skin

sitting up she wanted to know what had happened

to her handsome brother

but that chance never came a police dog attacked

he lashed out it backtracked!

 

He was gone he did not move like an old man

was this another species

shuddering with the knowledge it was Jack

yet what had he become

the police chased him she just sat petrified

he should have died!

 

Back at the car wondered where he could be

what to tell mum and dad

that would be hard they had waited patiently

how could she tell the truth

that moment of decision would delay for now

hoping it was not real somehow!

 

It was her brother yet a stranger now!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

The Dark Tunnel!

Malctg - The Foureyed Poet.:

The Phantom train hurtling on a journey into the night! The Foureyed Poet.

Originally posted on The Foureyed Poet:

The dark tunnel ahead loomed uninviting

on the desolate abandoned railway track.

A disused line on an unwelcome moor

how I wished I had not gone out there.

Weeds grew amongst the now rusting lines

walking over vandalised warning signs.

At first no sound except the penetrating silence

too quiet for me to feel I was really alone.

Breaking the unearthly stillness I saw a glow

that came from within the dark tunnel.

Weird vibrations started below my aching feet

rooted to the ground not able make a retreat.

Out of the archway pumping out lots of smoke

came a steam train so large and clear.

A shrill whistle blaring as I fell off the line

all I could do was lay there in a disbelieving haze.

As it passed me pulling many carriages behind

blinking my eyes it had gone was it in my mind.

Cautiously I walked into the pitch black entrance

but fear…

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Ghosts Angels Or Demons?

Malctg - The Foureyed Poet.:

Do they really exist or just stories? The Foureyed Poet.

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Who are amongst us do we honestly know

are there really ghosts angels or demons near

relatives who have died do they still exist

in a spirit world where it’s said everyone goes

is this in our imagination or can it be real

do mediums really have the ability to feel!

Can ghosts really haunt buildings old and new

playing repeatedly the same scenes for us to view

some times I’ve heard interacting with living beings

or moving objects knocking or banging  doors

is there truly any facts to give us any proof

maybe it’s pure fiction or are they just aloof!

There are those who passionately do believe

that life exists after death it’s our next phase

equally those who think there’s nothing to come

two sides who have different schools of thought

the truth is earnestly and scientifically being sought

investigators are waiting for any proof to be caught!

That question awaiting answers…

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The Passing of Time!

Malctg - The Foureyed Poet.:

The lonely and the introvert are liked! The Foureyed Poet

Originally posted on The Foureyed Poet:

The lonely sit in their own space

within a silent bubble

the passing of time is very slow

in a trance of thought

they ignore the voices all around

inner peace is found.

Moments arrive when being alone

weighs heavy on them

but realise it has been cultivated

and is a preference

as  they feel  exposed in a crowd

everything is too loud!

Basically shy putting on an act

selfish rather than rude

spend their lives existing alone

creative in a chosen art

not needing others to trespass

social events take a pass!

Some it is a way they like  living

others very  hard to bear

craving any company  to share

fear of  being all alone

unable to face an empty space

this they cannot embrace.

The few life becomes too hard

their only salvation

is to end a troubled existence

creating an awful blow

questions of guilt or surprise

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Human Remains!

Their first house a small terraced property

two up and two down

how the young couples eyes brightly lit up

when the estate agent

happily told them their offer was accepted

this they had not unexpected.

 

Within three days had started the decorating

to make it their very own

not being expert at any of the structural work

an uncle  was a builder

offered to do anything that needed to be done

thinking this an easy run!

 

Problems started while removing the fireplace

in the back downstairs room

as this was pulled out a skeleton was discovered

and work came to a halt

dust filled the air and the smell was very bad

ran outside to breath so  glad.

 

Calling the police decided to wait until they came

not wanting to go back

when they arrived  needed to be shown the spot

but nothing was there

no human remains were anywhere in the rubble

now there would be trouble!

 

Wasting police time was the curt warning given

after a fruitless search left

nothing was found feeling stupid went inside

shaken but ready to continue

only to find the bones were  back in fire-place

but now with flesh on the face!

 

That moment of achievement had dissipated

deciding they had to go

unsure of what could be done at this minute

it was a bizarre situation

the authorities would not come here  again

they all decided to remain!

 

Thier uncle grabbed an arm quickly recoiling

as a strange dark substance

covered his hand was absorbed by the skin

all the while flesh was growing

on the remains trying to help their uncle out

felt their sanity in doubt!

 

He became so heavy unable to hold anymore

falling his pallor turning grey

knowing he was dead themselves had to save

the lounge door slammed shut

before the two now weary and frantic got there

a noise the tension hard to bear!

 

Shouting out for help the door could not be opened

nobody came reluctantly turned

helpless both held hands as before them it stood

those human remains covered

in a slimy flesh now walking towards them upright

it seemed a terminal plight!

 

The young husband in desperation threw his wife

out of the glass filled window

cut and bruised saw him grabbed and disappear

crying realised he was gone

as the beast looked out she knew it was the start

with no choice but to depart!

 

But it was curiosity that overcame the fear to run

struggling to the broken window

stared inside the bodies of her husband and uncle

were shrivelled on the floor

nothing else could she see what had they unleashed

some new horrendous beast!

 

As the neighbours started to emerge at the disturbance

wondering what could happen next

the now widow had to get away from this awful  scene

knowing the shocking truth

had to convince somebody of what danger was ahead

before she and many others were dead!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Passing of Time!

The lonely sit in their own space

within a silent bubble

the passing of time is very slow

in a trance of thought

they ignore the voices all around

inner peace is found.

 

Moments arrive when being alone

weighs heavy on them

but realise it has been cultivated

and is a preference

as  they feel  exposed in a crowd

everything is too loud!

 

Basically shy putting on an act

selfish rather than rude

spend their lives existing alone

creative in a chosen art

not needing others to trespass

social events take a pass!

 

Some it is a way they like  living

others very  hard to bear

craving any company  to share

fear of  being all alone

unable to face an empty space

this they cannot embrace.

 

The few life becomes too hard

their only salvation

is to end a troubled existence

creating an awful blow

questions of guilt or surprise

remorse and tearful cries!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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A Lonely Figure!

Malctg - The Foureyed Poet.:

The dead child returned to haunt Charlie! The Foureyed Poet.

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Darkness fell over the large empty railway yard

the night watchman started his lonely round.

His footsteps echoing on the concrete so hard

nothing else stirred to create any audible sound.

Charlie had pounded his beat for years without harm

wandering in a practised routine he hears an alarm.

Nearing a large engine shed there was a sound within

entering quietly he stood amongst huge engines of steam.

Very cautiously then clanging noises made a loud din

soon he stood watching chains swinging from a steel beam

An uneasy sensation made him stop and stare into the dark

a figure of a child looked back at him the vision so stark.

He takes a deep breath thinking to himself was it real

another sound the temperature suddenly drops.

Without warning in front of him those chains of steel

the child was standing there again petrified he stops.

A young face that looked really sad and pleading

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My Vampire Mother!

Malctg - The Foureyed Poet.:

I forever will curse my Vampire Mother! The Foureyed Poet.

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There you appeared pale beautiful but cold

an ageless image of strength and power.

Afraid your gaze rooted me to that spot

my blood pulsating through my body.

Arteries bulging we faced each other

telling me you’re my long-lost mother.

Reality began to uncloud my tortured mind

cursed being neither human or vampire.

Left to fend in a twilight world alone

the thirst for blood always being there.

Now here after so long you stood erect

without words you dared me to reject.

Blood dripped slowly from her thin red lips

her eyes glistened as I backed away.

I knew my body strength was no match

as I would become a whole vampire now.

Fear gripped my fading soul feeling the bite

soon my skin would become deathly white.

I had been brought into the family circle

no longer in between the two worlds.

The House of Vosper accepted me now

hate still filled my cold…

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All Hallows Eve!

Visiting a friend for dinner was an unusual quest

because contact was lost long ago

apprehension because she was just a school friend

who was happier in her own company

why had she decided to contact  after all this time

as she never thought of her as sublime.

 

Remembering nobody liked her believing in the occult

everybody  thought of her as weird

truthfully  the rumours were she was a black witch

naturally the other students shunned her

so Lyn was the only one to make  any contact at all

that fact she certainly did recall!

 

Why now had this invitation come through the letter box

how had angel the name did not fit

find where she lived changing her name when married

but there was a desperation in the words

a nagging curiosity the only way to satisfy was to go

but scared as she would be solo!

 

The date was interesting for the meal Hallowe’en

which added to her uncertainty

but decided she had to see if angel had changed

being it was twenty  since they spoke

the address was not easy  to find in heavy rain

making her eyes ache with the strain!

 

At the end of a row of very old cottages she saw

the most dilapidated one of them all

even more nervous parked in front on a verge

walked up the dirt and muddy path

the dangling overgrowth touching her face

made it a much quicker pace!

 

Getting to the front door angel was patiently waiting

dressed in a long black dress

making her look older especially with long hair

for a moment she saw an  old hag

then it was normal she entered the front room

noticing in a corner a witches broom!

 

The table was laid near to the open roaring fire

in contrast to the outside plot

pleasantly surprised at the welcome received

began letting her guard relax

the meal was soon severed and plenty of wine

now glad she had come to dine!

 

Forgetting it was the night of All Hallows Eve

could never conceive the outcome

becoming very warm tired and light-headed

never admitting to being drunk

talking like bosom friends with gusto laughed

obliterated her fear of witchcraft!

 

Soon the midnight hour chimed on the clock

in the hall as Lyn fell asleep

now the cold made her shiver was it morning

unable to move her arms bound

to posts sticking up from the damp wet ground

with a clear chanting sound!

 

Numb with the penetrating damp permeating

her now naked flesh they came

black-robed figures surrounding her closing in

just able to make out markings

certain she was in the centre of a large pentagon

sensing her life was now done!

 

One stepped forward and crouched by her head

pulling back the hood spoke

though it was hard to see recognised the voice

it was angel the evil witch

glad you came tonight to become our sacrifice

raising a knife her heart did splice!

 

Now more unspeakable monsters filled the circle

as angel screamed with pleasure

let the celebrations of the witches night begin

as Lyn’s blood soaked into the earth

her body thrust onto the bonfire the devil rose

dancing around the victim they chose!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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