That single moment changed his life forever

there on his second tour of duty

thought he was hardened to atrocities of war

even when facing his own death

another demolished village came up ahead

more wounded and many dead!


On the road came upon a woman crouching

holding a man’s lifeless body

two small children wandering dazed and  lost

each cried with endless tears

looking down in body armour and loaded gun

under the searing heat of the sun!


Feeling himself overwhelmed with the scene

had not been to church for years

his faith was now being tested himself a father

a beautiful wife waiting at home

safe away from such brutality of this warfare

their torment for a time did share!


Made him confront his own vulnerability and belief

feeling that overwhelming grief!


Then became a soldier once more and moved on!


The Foureyed Poet.



The Gladiator!

The gladiator faced a fierce deadly foe

forced into the arena

stained with blood of many men before

hostile crowds jeering

shouting abuse with an increasing fire

a savage death their desire!


No shade the sun burnt  unprotected skin

sweat poured from each pore

clad in leather armour and metal helmet

with growing agitation

watching his opponent slowly advance

to quickly kill the chance!


Holding sharp swords and small shields

to maximise the injuries

every blow followed by a baying crowd

sapping their strength

chunks of flesh gouged by pitiless slashes

with the increased clashes!


The superior champion gladiator parried

knowing how to defeat

overpowering without mercy his quarry

hacking him to the ground

the final merciful strike raised a cheer

the death bloody and severe!


Lifting his dripping sword above his head

saluting crowd and dignitary

triumphant and proud the people’s hero

another victory achieved

impassive while body was hastily removed

again his superiority proved!


The gladiator proudly went to receive his trophy!


The Foureyed Poet.




The Four Wheeled Drive!

The four-wheeled drive parked engine running

dark grey in colour.

Some dents used with search lights in a row

upon the vehicles roof.

Behind tinted windows watching eyes fixed

the sexes mixed!


The mercenaries nerves slowly began to fray

waiting to pounce.

Their target was due along the crowded road

a dangerous task.

Their position was unsafe trying to be careful

not feeling cool!


From behind a military truck slowly approached

as their target appeared!

Placed a car with explosives to block the path

and for a diversion!

As it went off they got out and into position

to complete the mission!


In the chaos they ran to the trapped limousine

automatic weapons in the hands!

Armour piercing bullets penetrated the interior

as body guards came to spar!

They only had a short window to make a retreat

before being beat!


Within minutes the V8 engine roared racing away

smashing anything in their path!

They were soon in the nearby hills being pursued

just reaching their chopper!

And out of the enemy country safe and well

all before darkness fell!


But they knew the cartel would not be fooled

having influence far and wide!

Being ex-military the unit had experience

every mission a challenge!

Knowing well it could be their very last one

enjoying each rising and setting sun!


They were now ready for their next well paid job!


The Foureyd Poet.

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The Church

The knight had been wounded in the ambush

but for his armour would be dead!

His horse had escaped now he was on foot

injuring his leg when he fell.

Moving with stealth that sanctuary to seek

before becoming too weak!


The four other knights had been cruelly killed

anger drove him forward.

He had remembered a church in the vicinity

this place would give him safety.

This is what he prayed as exhaustion took its toll

then voices halted his stroll!


Two men sat huddled talking around a newly lit fire

his horse tethered with their own.

He could see their weapons on the ground at hand

catching them off guard his aim.

Straining to get a much better view now realised

two of the marauders he analysed!


Beyond this scene he could vaguely make it out

his one obsession the church!

In pain and exhausted getting home his aim

to his own beautiful damsel.

Whom he had left far too many years before

they’d be together again he swore.


With his light weight armour he inched forward

with his will and strength.

Both were in deep conversation when he struck

skilfully cutting them down.

Headless corpses now lay amongst the trees

smell of death on the breeze!


Filled with remorse now onward to the church

hoping he could find rest.

Fighting the crusades surely he’d done gods will

all he wanted was sanctuary!

As he reached the gates jaded he blacked out

tired of war there was no doubt.


Opening his eyes knowing god had smiled on him

the church had not been taken.

Priests hovered with concern as his body healed

now he was certain in his mind.

Home his next destination word had been sent

satisfied for him there’d be no lament.


The Foureyed Poet.

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