Under The Bed!

She was alone in the flat and for some reason

watched a late night horror movie

and became engrossed even though scared

hiding her eyes from some scenes

her flat mate was away for the whole weekend

unable to go out no money to spend.

 

The last scene showed the girl being grabbed

then dragged under the bed

switching the television off getting a drink

nervously from the kitchen

then into the bathroom entering frightened

her tension heightened!

 

An image in the small mirror made her scream

realised it was just herself

a noise made the girl stop and intently listen

everything seemed to be still

now annoyed thinking this is silly got into bed

on the pillow rested her head.

 

It took a long time to even doze she was on edge

unable to get warm restless

soon wide awake again thought she heard a door

bang maybe it was outside

too afraid to come from beneath the thick duvet

maybe the fear would go away!

 

The clock radio came on she had not set any alarm

the loud buzz annoyed her

reaching out to turn it off felt something on her arm

recoiling at speed shivered

it was wet and sticky and there was a nasty smell

making her feel sick as well!

 

What was happening she had lived here for a year

it had always been uneventful

from under the bed heard a voice and a pushing

quickly turned the lamp on

it stopped reluctantly sitting up nothing stirred

being like this was absurd!

 

Not able to settle looked at her arm it was red

the odour even stronger now

standing knew she had to peek under the bed

as she did came face to face

with her best friends lifeless body laying there

congealed blood in hair!

 

Reeling back in terror screaming ran into the hall

had left with the new boyfriend

heard the door close  she was having a shower

searched for the mobile phone

sure it was on the coffee table not there anymore

had to get out the front door!

 

Headed for the door from a closet a masked figure

lunged at her with a knife

the pain as the blade tore her flesh the adrenaline

surged through her petite body

managing to yank the door open into the corridor

running like a fleeing warrior!

 

Pursued by a crazed hooded attacker almost falling

down the long flight of stairs

leading to the lobby yet nobody seemed to be about

the deep wound in her arm

leaving a trail of blood as she reached the entrance

the thick glass panels a hindrance!

 

But at that moment a couple were just coming in

she squeezed by and into the street

where a police car came into view she ran at it

just as the knife fiend caught her

raising up for the fatal blow the policeman fired

hitting him he should have expired!

 

Yet for only a second jolted back than sped away

disappearing into the darkness

before another shot was able to hit this beast

the girl lay exhausted and bleeding

whatever it was had left no evidence nor a trail

but to kill her this thing did fail!

 

Would he come back for her to complete his task

was it human this thing in hooded Masque?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ghost Walk!

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Should have kept away from that Ghost Walk! The Foureyed Poet.

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Why did I agree to do that ghost walk

was what I often asked myself.

leading groups around the old town

time too short for research of legends.

panic had set in long before the event

wanted to back out  but too much a gent.

Determined not to let anybody down

it became my new challenge.

putting on a good show for the public

creating the right atmosphere.

yet uneasy at what to expect now

the moment was here to take a bow.

Cue cards in hand I took that deep breath

as large groups followed me around

wearing top hat a cloak hiking pole in hand

like the pied piper they followed

listening to the tales of ghosts and folklore

as I talked they seemed to want more.

After all that apprehension I enjoyed it

ad-libbing as they came up close

but in the shadows it began to change

feeling that taste for blood…

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Crazy!

When the police shot the middle-aged man

they said he was crazy

just another unstable male out of control

not taking his medication

as two were killed plus him three survived

his acts not contrived!

 

But a psychologist was interested in the case

certain this was not the fact

suspicious with the urgency to close the files

risking his reputation and life

to search why they wanted no investigation

filled him with consternation!

 

On his own without any official permission

decided he had to dig deep

discovering there were far more incidents

each quickly dispatched

similar circumstances but females as well

on this fact did dwell!

 

Few he spoke to would divulge anything

a deep fear did prevail

an uneasiness grew sinister implications

men in dark suits everywhere

was he beginning to lose his own mind

now becoming intertwined!

 

Not being an investigator was hampered

creating  himself more danger

with no real proof  until someone spoke

informing they knew of a plot

and deep underground covert complicity

a top-secret conspiracy!

 

He was a scientist working on the project

rumoured to be involving

the military anon existent majestic twelve

soon after before corroboration

the contact was found dead in his own bed

suicide the newspapers said!

 

That sense of doom and dread struck him

the man had concluded

it was to enhance the activity of the brain

increasing power and strength

but project abandoned the official word

now he knew this was absurd!

 

For him it soon was the end of the road

his car in a police report

had swerved off a main road at speed

nobody else it seems involved

more likely eliminated we can conclude

dark elements his life pursued!

 

He had meddled in a secret that had to be kept!

Or is this just pure speculation?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lady Claire’s Christmas

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Lady Claire could not even find peace at Christmas! The Foureyed Poet.

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Lady Claire stood on the high stone battlements

her long blond hair blowing in the wind.

As she looked out over the vast countryside

in England many centuries ago on her face a frown.

Where was her man the handsome Dark Knight

as winter was here and Christmas a few days away.

Determined to stay in the cold anxious for his return

fear in her heart as battles raged on feeling concern!

A young servant brought her a thick soft fur coat to wear

as clouds thickened and snow began to steadily fall.

Then a shout echoed out as distant riders were seen

her knight was returning home she was pleased.

Down from the castle battlements how Lady Claire ran

to greet her hero and lover coming towards the castle.

Closer they came she could see them yet all was not well

there were only four something was wrong she could tell!

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Shadow People!

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Do these phantoms really exist? The Foureyed Poet.

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From the corner of your eye you see a movement

was it a trick of the light or in the mind.

Had the temperature really got colder

could that be a shadowy figure you had seen.

Standing in an eerie place you hear a sound

whispering in your ear your frozen to the ground!

Terror engulfs you as every noise is magnified

in the dark recesses of your imagination.

Is this the basis for ghosts being created

panic now makes you break free and run.

Trying to get out in your conscience nightmare

thinking something is there giving you a scare!

Though you now stand outside on the porch

shadows are not far away as it comes close.

You hadn’t noticed your lungs were so tight

scepticism starts to wane as you begin to believe.

Reluctantly there’s a possibility they could be real

the shape fades at last feeling on an even keel!

You had…

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Peace A Dream?

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Can peace and harmony ever exist? The Foureyed Poet.

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Peace this is a distant dream

for children caught in wars

hearing a child’s petrified scream

they hide behind damaged doors.

Children don’t really know

why grown ups want to kill

some with little chance to grow

but have an iron will.

It can take only split seconds

for any life to end

As terror around beckons

they must learn to defend.

A child stared so intently

into his parents eyes

holding both their hands tightly

as mum quietly cries.

Outside in rubble filled streets

endless shooting goes on

infinite blood stained white sheets

how all this is  so wrong.

Car bombs explode buildings fall

the children grow up fast

or may die beneath a wall

more victims of the blast.

Too many families still mourn

and fear the coming light

when will families not be torn

thus peace be in their sight.

But always in the darkness

hope keeps up…

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Wind!

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The wind brought the end to humanity! The Foureyed Poet.

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A wind came unusual in this sheltered hamlet

yet blew in with a vengeance

from where this chilling wind had descended

a mystery know where to hide

it seemed to get within them as if it was living

the effect so unforgiving!

Never warm the air now thick still engulfing

every living creature and plant

withering as each one stood helplessly by

beyond comprehension it ruled

were slaves totally helpless in its action

no way to make our extraction!

Like a plague changing from lush green

grass with fertile soil and crops

to a dried shrivelled and barren land

and death was soon to follow

from the valley to the distant hilltop

life came to a complete stop!

Those who survived numbered but a few

never gave up hope the wind

and pestilence would one day be smitten

for them the day never came

for centuries it spread devastating earth

before…

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Christmas a Special Birth

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It should be a time of peace and celebration! The Foureyed Poet.

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Christmas time fills our minds once more

winter engulfs us all

As the thoughts turn to that distant shore

when snowflakes and rain fall.

In Bethlehem there was a special birth

it is remembered each year

When Jesus was born upon this earth

the son of god was here.

Joseph and Mary there by the manger

an image we all know

Protecting their son from any danger

the star’s light was a glow.

Gifts are exchanged with pleasure

at this time of the year

It is the thought we all treasure

which brings a lot of cheer.

A time when whole families usually meet

and problems put aside

So they can share a festive treat

feeling happy inside.

Christmas can soften most any heart

a magic of its own

It is believed the special birth was the start

when the lords love was shown.

Even during this period of celebration

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Rats!

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Rats just the word brings revulsion and fear! The Foureyed Poet.

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All seems very quiet in the dead of night

when tapping sounds echo all around

like thousands of tiny scurrying feet

filling your mind full of  fear and dread

what’s happening out of your sight

hiding under your covers scared to look!

What can this be there’s a growing fear

the surround sound comes and goes

slowly rising and venturing out of the room

darkness is intent as the noise follows you

activity is seen could it be a cat so near

yet you know no pets live in your home!

Downstairs your fumbling to turn on the light

from the corner of your eye what’s moving

In disbelief from the hallway rats stare at you

disappearing as you stand routed to the spot

at your feet something furry touches will it bite

yelling out you run back up in an awful state!

Never far from us rodents that out number man

unable to destroy…

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Wind!

A wind came unusual in this sheltered hamlet

yet blew in with a vengeance

from where this chilling wind had descended

a mystery know where to hide

it seemed to get within them as if it was living

the effect so unforgiving!

 

Never warm the air now thick still engulfing

every living creature and plant

withering as each one stood helplessly by

beyond comprehension it ruled

were slaves totally helpless in its action

no way to make our extraction!

 

Like a plague changing from lush green

grass with fertile soil and crops

to a dried shrivelled and barren land

and death was soon to follow

from the valley to the distant hilltop

life came to a complete stop!

 

Those who survived numbered but a few

never gave up hope the wind

and pestilence would one day be smitten

for them the day never came

for centuries it spread devastating earth

before mankind’s rebirth!

 

Then from the sky of constant darkness

it began to slowly clear

and the long forgotten sun shone through

and the decimated wilderness

no more bombarded by this pervasive

wind life sucking and erosive!

 

As it came it went and life began anew!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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