Grey Stallion!

It came to an abrupt halt a few feet ahead

snarling in a rage

sweat pouring from its dark grey skin

where had the creature come

eye to eye we firmly stood our ground

the presence did astound!

 

The emotion of fear was overwhelming

tendons and sinews taunt

my way upon the pathway was blocked

daring me to make a move

as though a burning hate at my presence

with this had to show reverence!

 

Man against this mighty formidable beast

as it rose on hind legs

towering over me in an aggressive manner

a humbling moment

stumbling back in worry of my existence

from me no chance of resistance!

 

Suddenly as it had begun the confrontation

subsided and became placid

the mighty grey stallion calmly backed away

bowing its head as is with respect

in an instance gone from my suspicious stare

of my vulnerability was aware!

 

An encounter that would linger within me forever!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

The Violin!

Always there in his head that violin still played

over and over again so clear

a deep thought that always made him smile

the one good memory

sitting alone deep within himself never spoke

not for years the spirit broke!

 

Could not tell anyone about those nightmares

existing in the ghettos

fear and degradation treated as sub-human

trapped like ship rats

because of the origins of their birth heritage

a whole block a squalid cage!

 

What kept him and others going the playing

of that lone violin

by an incredible elderly man who never tired

gave them all a little hope

yet amongst the growing brutal treatment

a malevolent entity present!

 

Down in the cellars were not only vermin

freely scurrying unhindered

there was an abhorrent entity embedded

within the rotting fabric

an unspoken dread they could not escape

evil without a shape!

 

He was sure there was no written records

the soldiers did not care

if any disappeared they loathed his kind

it meant less to guard

as far as he could remember one survived

only his life was not deprived!

 

He had tried to block out the day he entered

those cellars the first time

persuaded by his friends as fun to explore

even then had that dread

an even darker evil lay in wait for its prey

ready for them to slay!

 

It had started well the thrill of the adventure

to take their minds off

the persecution of them and their families

in the squalid surroundings

they were forced to endure being  no life at all

preferring in the rubble to crawl!

 

He could also still hear their terrified screams

the violin music muffled it

deeper into the darkness just one candle to see

he had taken from his parents

why had it happened he always in his thought

so often the answer sought!

 

He saw the shape in the corner heard the growl

froze as the others carried on

surely they must have at least heard that sound

why had he not warned them

petrified he surmised thinking back all that time

had he caused an unforgivable crime!

 

When he could find the courage saw the shadow

grow so large and engulfed

all his precious friends he considered as family

their struggling and yelling quelled

chasing after the moving blackness was repelled

by the monster here dwelled!

 

Part of the roof fell just managed to stagger away

hurt remembered shouting

for others to come down and save all his mates

then felt himself being pulled back

but scrabbled to the street and saw on his arm

marks of the beast that did the harm!

 

None were ever found never told them the truth

physically healed forever scared

but within his mind hell was above and below him

the violin sustained his existence

until the soldiers took him forced onto a lorry

no more music deeply sorry!

 

Today alone in the elderly persons nursing home

his relatives perished in the war

still scared of the dark and every shadow he saw

expecting to be swallowed by the beast

in a world of misery waited for his dying day

listening to that violin play!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Ghost Hunt!

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It was a decision each would regret! The Foureyed Poet.

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The group of young people decided one night

for a laugh to go on a ghost hunt

after a few drinks at the local pub they set off

each filled  with alcoholic courage

in search of a tingle without any rational will

entered a derelict hospital deathly still!

Making too much noise  something watched

five young people ran to the entrance

a sixth lay slumped so drunk outside the fence

as they stood a shadow followed

laughing loudly each entered the dark place

causing damage at a frantic pace!

With no torches it was a perilous adventure

realising this was a bad decision

every sound filled them with fear and dread

shapes appeared in front of their eyes

tripping over objects on the unstable floors

frantically opening so many doors!

Sobering up very quickly this was no longer fun

this was a real ghost hunt now

feeling it was them who were being hunted

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On That Morning!

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The truth was more sinister than they would ever admit! The Foureyed Poet.

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How the sun shone on that morning

a cold breeze surprised me

the drone of early commuter traffic

as the thousands struggled to work

on this day making a different sound

as near me I noticed an earth mound!

It seemed a normal boring Monday

but within a chill did deeply dwell

what was rising from beneath the soil

a slight tremor made me lose my balance

as another mound rose beneath my feet

splitting open releasing with intense heat!

A pungent steam started to pour out

luckily I was thrown some distance

but my cat was close and lay not moving

as I gazed there was a cloud forming

that moved towards the major road

when the air about me started to explode!

In a state of shock I got up my arm hurt

it was like a battle ground yet no army

looking up the cloud was gathering pace

others now joined in total…

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Dog Walk!

It was a pleasant sunny and warm sunday

the couple were out walking

on a trail with their two labrador puppies

who were a long way ahead

chatting happily hand in hand without care

the day together did share!

 

Neither noticing the tree foliage thickening

or that nobody had passed

it was their weekends that they enjoyed

only just moving to the village

no knowledge of this part of the rural wood

in which they now stood!

 

If  they had spoken to any local in the village

maybe a different route

might have been chosen for this rest day walk

a beast that roamed here

visitors had been found badly mutilated within

was another killing about to begin?

 

Of course there was no warning neither knew

first hint of any trouble

the barking stopped and yelp’s of pain and fear

came from their pets ahead

then no noise could be heard only rustling trees

from calmness to unease!

 

A strong urge to run but not without their dogs

in turmoil heard a bark

together headed towards the faint pitiful sound

approaching saw blood and fur

there one of the pups stood over the remains

itself covered in blood stains!

 

Hesitant to go near being an unexpected scene

shaken by the gruesome sight

the pet snarled as if daring them to come closer

movement surrounding them

certain in the shadows something was observing

the terror increasingly disturbing!

 

Slowly backing away from the agitated puppy

thinking was it really a killer

a presence then showed itself coming into view

from behind a rotting tree stump

a huge black cat appeared fiery red eyes stared

and fanged teeth bared!

 

Claws in the ground did plough lunging forward

snatched the small dog

throwing it to one side the woman screamed

as it was flight or die

without thought through undergrowth crashed

on a rock her head bashed!

 

Her husband struggling to pick up her still body

as he blindly tripped on

then saw the trail once more felt the breath

of the beast on his heels

exhausted rapid heart beat clothes and skin

ripped just had to win!

 

In sight the edge of the tree line was visible

adrenaline drove him ever on

but exhaustion overtook him he collapsed

on the ground they lay

like discarded rag dolls sprawled in the dirt

broken and seriously hurt!

 

Eventually would be found yet another chapter

in the woods rural legend

but there was no clues found a major factor

for cause of injury a story without end!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Clear E. V. P!

Phil could not believe what he had just heard

as he sat in the cellar

doing a lone vigil it was fine until he replayed

and a deep voice hissed

saying ‘Get Out Or Die! it was a clear warning

edgy the team was informing!

 

Turning on his torch glanced at the surroundings

now with a sense of a presence

other members of the team joined him there

excited at this threatening EVP

their first response since entering the premises

it felt they had met their nemesis!

 

As a collective the fear factor greatly diminished

after all this was evidence

this their purpose for investigating the building

together sitting in anticipation

there was a natural chill in the dank atmosphere

their determination clear!

 

Feeling it was the time to have a calling out session

try to capture more voices

asking questions like is anybody here with us now

are you trapped in this cellar

two digital recorders now used in case one did fail

then heard a pitiful wail!

 

With heightened awareness asked more questions

after half an hour played back

a bang nearby made them twitch nerves tingled

at first there was  nothing a tall

but recorder one a long growl and clear voice tone

‘we are here you’re not alone!’

 

Followed by faint screams a hiss and then silence

but on the second recorder

a mocking voice called out the name of Gillian

somebody gasped loudly

it was their name the voice continued ‘I see you’

had a spirit come through?

 

In a dark cellar only camcorder screens gave light

a yelp of sudden pain

broke the quietness as the girl said her back hurt

a torch was switched on

three long bleeding scratches seen as back exposed

already staining her clothes!

 

There was a growing excitement and consternation

it would be best to leave now

not before one more eerie recording was heard

‘beast’ echoed in a clear sound

just then a stone was thrown bouncing off a wall

and by them closely did fall!

 

This was the point they each decided to exit here

never feeling on their own

it was five am though pleased with their results

actually were terror-stricken

clearing up the equipment just wanted to leave

as a danger did perceive!

 

Though intensive night would be back for more!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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Exploded!

They were close by when the house exploded

certain somebody was within

the two teenagers ran without any thought

for their own well-being

the detached house was soon engulfed in fire

flames rapidly rising higher!

 

The heat so intense could only watch helplessly

in the distance sirens echoed

as neighbours slowly ventured out to observe

at that moment both saw

coming out of the ruins a woman unharmed

as if by magic charmed!

 

Backing away at this unbelievable encounter

this being came up to them

naked yet no sign of skin damage of any kind

stared with light blue eyes

afraid for their safety would both lives be taken

but they were mistaken!

 

Instantly becoming shrouded in a scaly cover

turned and walked away

faded until she had gone from sight both ran

unsure of what had happened

it seemed the house was a known gang base

those inside gone without a trace!

 

Neither teenager came forward as a witness

to afraid to say anything

who would believe their description anyway

but pondered the questions

who or what she was and from where came

surviving the explosion and flame?

 

More were to come each as baffling as the other!

 

What was going on?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Deserted!

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A witch hunter was born! The Foureyed Poet.

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In that deserted dank house is a dark secret

a despair that depresses the passersby

no record of  how long it had been empty

silent and cold it was just rotting there

the tension and hate permeated the air

rumours prevailed it was a witches’ lair!

Simmering with a loathing and ritual sacrifice

these memories hidden and suppressed

waiting for the latent component to rekindle

to wreak havoc on the population once more

yet the witch hunter was a vital missing element

like the slayer was by the ancient elders sent!

A few months later a young female abruptly awoke

from a strange dream that showed a house

and with no fear she entered on her own

a glowing ring on her finger giving  power

before her figures like gnarled witches stood

cowering as she came in and she felt good!

Perplexed by this unusual dream she sat up

aware she was not there alone…

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The Location!

The location manager from the film company

had been tasked to find a property

and she did in a lonely part of the countryside

which fitted the requirements

uninhabited for years built-in its own grounds

no worry about modern day sounds!

 

Needed for the main set in a television movie

about a serial killers life

just another job finding what they needed

proud of her search skills

satisfied when she fulfilled her part of the plan

and the producer a happy man!

 

The day arrived for the crew to prepare the set

noticing how spacious and isolated

with the stark foreboding house in their sight

but with too much to prepare

got on with the lighting and dressing the set

a deadline for them had to be met!

 

Director and assistants were touring the building

even then while setting up

everybody was jittery and equipment was moved

or damaged inexplicably

experienced technicians were becoming bewildered

as a presence now stirred!

 

The large house was  to be the killers own home

where the murders occurred

it was ideal setting with the drab oppressive feel

what none of them had been told

in bizarre circumstances five people had died here

this fact was not made clear!

 

Actors were brought from make up for rehearsal

it started well until action call

the sound crackled and screaming was recorded

as the main lighting lamp exploded

showering them with hot glass creating a mess

and unbelievable stress!

 

It was only by luck everybody was only shaken

not a single person hurt

as they checked to see if it action had been caught

on the monitors in another room

by the two actors a woman came into the shot

now baffled at what they got!

 

She was certainly not seen by anyone at the time

the building was evacuated

security did a sweep to see if there were intruders

at the bottom of the stairs

heard a thud and cry as if somebody had tumbled

and at the feet were crumbled!

 

Nothing was there though a dark stain appeared

outside the director paced

urgently considering what was their next move

contacting the film’s producer

at that moment from an upper window they saw

a person each felt dread and awe!

 

This was short lived as the window smashed

and a figure hurtled to the ground

it was real one of the crew lay at their feet

assuming everyone was out

in the panic a full head count was not done

not realising a missing one!

 

The film crew had never felt so close before

there was nothing else to do

but cancel the shoot and get away from here

the county authorities called

in tears and shock retreated to the canteen tent

their colleague to lament!

 

From a far as they could be looked at the mansion

a cover now over the body

here for less than a day and filming now stopped

yet already in the director’s mind

this would make a great movie on another day

for now in his mind the idea must stay!

 

A year later the film of a serial killer was completed

becoming a financial success

but the director had himself written another script

researching the horror residence

intending to return it had to be made convincing

any misgivings dismissing!

 

He returned with a new crew and a paranormal team

this time the experience was far more extreme!

 

But that is another story to tell! Did it end well?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Friendship!

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A little care is that too much to ask for today? The Foureyed Poet.

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They flinched as a hand of friendship was shown

never knowing a genuine non violent action

the pathetic group stood each one a drone

shaking in terror each with a distraction

praying to be treated with humanity and care

walking around with no home emotions bare!

Despair was all the children had ever known

shunned no abode their bodies so frail

quiet in a state of shock not even a moan

society had somehow by passed their tale

they stood wanting that glimmer of light

that should be every body’s birth right!

I had to be the one to reach out with kindness

giving the first step to a path of hopefulness!

The Foureyed Poet.

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