From the edge of the provincial airport
for decades reported sightings.
Of lights activity and unusual sounds
revving engines and voices.
Nothing on the runway could be seen
many felt something had been!
Few houses were nearby just open fields
surrounded the neglected site.
Grass grew through tarmac and cement
a long time since any action.
Or the tread of rubber or booted feet
and gardens once so neat.
Though visitors said they felt a vibration
as if there was life present!
Each sure there they were not alone
and unable to stay long.
A paranormal group decided explore
behind each rotting door!
It had been a world war two bomber base
that had seen much tragedy.
Comrades and planes that never returned
or died when trying to land!
Crashing exploding into ferocious flames
that trauma and pain still remains!
Into this deeply sad and charged atmosphere
the investigators dared to enter!
Instantly sounds voices and a green mist
their EMF meters went off the scale.
There was no chance to set up equipment
as a phantom plane was in descent!
The group was hounded by phenomena
nothing so vivid seen before.
A female member screamed it went silent
stunned they moved back!
To assess what each had just observed
judgement would be reserved.
Overwhelmed certain they were unprepared
deciding to leave early that night!
Knowing without doubt it was haunted here
but even as they retreated.
Everyone heard marching crisp and clear
each experienced fear!
Leaving the site scared yet wanting to return
feeling something else had come to!
The Foureyed Poet.