So long ago yet still fresh in my mind! 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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