His journey would soon become a nightmare! The Foureyed Poet.
On his way to meet friends at a hotel
set in a valley amongst trees
the journey took him on lonely roads
untouched and unspoilt
elements of magic and ancient legends
around the dips and bends!
Now dusk wished he was not on his own
eyes tiring in the gloom
hindered by a thickening mist in the valley
the radio crackled annoyingly
ahead saw somebody walking in the road
at a good pace they strode!
Approaching seemed to walk into his path
yet no sound of impact felt
even driving slow could not avoid a collision
coming to an emergency stop
concerned had to reverse back to be sure
frantically had to explore!
Hesitantly got out into the swirling moist mist
glad he brought the torch
searched in a frenzied manner a long stretch
of road and grass verge
nothing was there no body of man or beast
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