From The Edge!

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.