Had it been my imagination? The Foureyed Poet.
One second it was there then disappeared
how did I take that wrong turn
the sign read ‘Welcome to Hells End’
it was not on my survey map
did not see the dark spectre with a hood
in the window came a piece of wood!
Had I been brought to this dreadful arena
strapped in the car it would not start
shaking got out disorientated and alarmed
nothing stirred reluctantly walked
darkness had come with no warning
as it was only mid morning!
My cell phone was useless no signal
aiming towards a faint glow
spotting a movement I turned around
that figure was running my way
preparing myself for an instant attack
something cold hit me in the back!
It felt like I had fallen into freezing water
but nothing was in my sight
without hesitation took my chance
back to the car praying it must start
jumping onto the glass-covered seat
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