The Band!

Excitement was high as the growing audience

waited with anticipation

for the heavy metal band to come on stage

known for outrageous shows

and their interest in occult and devil worship

it would be the ultimate trip!

 

Ferocious Beast name of the six member band

came upon the large stage

with a crescendo of sound and flashing lights

through thick dried ice smoke

leather clad with black menacing face paint

starting without constraint!

 

Into their set the band pounded the loud music

soon the mesmerizing voice

of the bewitching lead singer reverberated out

everyone listening was hooked

as if hypnotised by the clear words and tone

for them the seed was sown!

 

Huge speakers broadcast every syllable and notes

to the audiences willing ears

demonic images flashed onto viewing screens

at a pulsating high-definition pace

as cowled figures mingled amongst the throng

the intensity became strong!

 

Into the night the passion excelled to fever pitch

physically and mentally exhausted

they collapsed as the band left the stage in triumph

their message had been delivered

bedded into memories of the fans and believers

who had been welcome receivers!

 

The band moved onto their next awaiting disciples!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

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The Skull!

The artist had come to this ancient town

as his passion was architecture.

Knowing his best work was  not yet  done

he booked into the only hotel.

On a night that had turned chilly and wet

an ancient evil waited to be met!

 

Not able to arrive until the bewitching hour

was unable to settle and sleep.

Thought he’d take that late night wander

in a thickening low mist.

Made his progress slow on unfamiliar ground

with tired feet did pound!

 

Even the orange street lights seemed so dim

and was chokingly thick!

Each step now becoming increasingly hard

a shop drew his attention.

felt compelled to peer in at the display

unable to turn away!

 

There in the only lit shop window on the row

his gaze was transfixed.

On the skull almost hidden in one corner

in the eye sockets shiny stones.

That glistened nothing he could do but stare

now gasping for fresh air!

 

He staggered a short distance to a doorway

slipping into unconsciousness!

Waking cold and disorientated by the noise

of an ambulance siren.

Nobody else was about as he headed back

giving the glass a hard smack!

 

Shattering the glass with a hidden strength

grabbing the skull now possessed!

Cutting his hands on the shards he ran

leaving a trail of his blood!

Back in the room fell onto the clean bed

the artist was now dead!

 

What emerged from within a few hours later

was not who entered!

The figure with cold dark eyes and sallow skin

checked out without a word.

Now the ancient evil had found a new host

civilisation would roast!

 

The prophecies of doom would come to pass!

 

The Foureyed Poet.