The Chapel!

So long ago yet still fresh in my mind! The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

How cold and dark the chapel looked that day

from the narrow dirt track

the overgrown graves adding to the gloom

no  longer did anyone pray

in this neglected forgotten medieval place

here a friend vanished without a trace!

This brought me to view this strange dwelling

a despair came over me that second

that gut wrenching feeling consumed my being

standing afraid started yelling

a spontaneous reaction that  would not stop

around fields filled with nature’s crop!

Never a believer in spiritual matters until then

a light breeze began to blow

why had made me venture to this solitary spot

from inside had there been a glow

compulsion made me open the rusty gate

what had happened to my mate?

A heavy atmosphere it was hard to breath

was that footsteps I heard

stopping to glance around nobody was there

two-horse riders passed waving

turning back soon at the solid…

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