Billionaire!

In the king size leather chair at the top of the tower

the billionaire surveyed the city below

now he was the ruler of his kingdom and people

who believed his every word

within his mind and being certain them understood

his intentions its said were good!

 

Though from unbelievable wealth totally certain

could achieve his full schedule

protecting his subjects from any ruthless enemies

never himself struggling to survive

nor ever evicted from the place he called home

the streets in all weathers to roam!

 

Accumulating huge debts that you could not repay

or standing in a food bank queue

paying your taxes all of your life but still in debt

not entitled to benefits to ease hardship

sleeping in those wet streets chilling your bones

nobody sympathetic to your groans!

 

Where even a small coffee is too expensive to buy

walking the only mode to get about

that constant fear of violence or hopelessness near

no warm abode or a safe dry bed

the divide so immense how could he comprehend

to his tower most would not ascend!

 

Comfortable in his leather chair promised he did care

but his vast fortune would never share!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

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Mountain!

The group of friends decided to explore

the mountain near where they lived

shear sides at its base a barren expanse

a narrow trail extended half way up

that terminated at holes in the rock face

intrigued had to search this place!

 

Ignoring all the warnings of the elders

who kept away from this rock

knew it was haunted by ancient beings

watched the group slowly ascend

fearlessly focused on their exploration

to seek an unknown abomination!

 

Half a day later arrived at the mountain

large boulders and bones lay strewn

at its base not a sight they wanted to see

a flowing river halted their progress

until a rotting tree trunk came into view

already tiring their impatience grew!

 

Together dragged the tree to make a bridge

thankfully it reached over the small gap

tiring decided to camp there for the night

though had little sleep sounds close by

kept them awake fearing it was a wild beast

upon their flesh wanting to feast!

 

As dawn broke set off up the twisty path

that crumbled at each slow step

anxiety began to emerge as the entrance

became within a few yards ahead

then their leader was able to peer inside

entering with a very cautious stride!

 

Switched on the torch upon his forehead

venturing into the black interior

taking his first look at the forbidden cave

the rest followed like lost sheep

they switched on their piercing headlights

making them feel like neophytes!

 

Where few dared to venture in centuries

here gathered a defying band

curiosity and adventure overriding fear

more bones scattered about

moving further in every sound amplified

thinking their presence justified!

 

A joint decision was made to go in deeper

the entrance was out of sight

ahead looked ominous but they went on

in single file as the passageways

became claustrophobic as they narrowed

their progress rapidly slowed!

 

Occasional scratching made them jumpy

but it began to increase

ten minutes later they came to a chamber

there the remains of bodies

were strewn and the smell of decay strong

was this a nest they walked in on?

 

Their lights picked out shapes which moved

quickly clinging to the walls

and above a sticky goo dropped on them

turning to exit their path blocked

by a large thin white creature with no eyes

with intent on them to brutalize!

 

Their screams were absorbed by the  rock

the elders stood knowing they were dead!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Simply!

The bottle simply fell off the high shelf

as the barmaid poured a drink

this was in the lounge bar of a hotel

grade one listed building

with a history of phenomena reported

and stories of love thwarted!

 

Much had been proved to be natural

sounds created by the wood

creaking expanding and contracting

drafts from old windows

letting cold air chill the weary visitor

who had not been here before!

 

To those staff who had been here awhile

they had got more use to it

though parts of the hotel were off limit

they were scared to enter

shadows and sensations of dread within

tested their professional discipline!

 

An ancient coaching inn with a dark past

extended over the centuries

main route to London saw highwaymen

regularly robbing stage coaches

villains often hanged passengers killed

to those near the bones it chilled!

 

Items thrown or going missing routine

but the recording was proof

an entity roamed the bars and corridors

blurry but it looked like a female

in flowing dress came into view gliding

for them the proof providing!

 

Also seen in the upper bedrooms area

others had said they had seen

bodies hanging from a gnarled oak tree

in the cobbled courtyard

so many hidden secrets still to be told

gruesome terrors to behold!

 

The inn drew the curios and series investigator

amateur and professional facilitator!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Control Room!

In the fire control room an urgent call received

a fire in a new multiplex cinema

several fire appliances were urgently dispatched

strangely no other details provided

yet on arrival there was no incident a false alarm

at least nobody had come to any harm!

 

Reported into their records as another hoax call

three days later were there again

not been opened yet was it a faulty fire system

after a complete check nothing found

workmen had to complete the interior trim

but what they had seen was grim!

 

Problems had held up construction from the start

as bones were found during groundwork

foundations had collapsed others with serious cracks

accidents occurred at an increasing rate

creating an atmosphere of suspicion and mistrust

as equipment then started to combust!

 

Even new tiles just stuck on the bathroom walls

flew off like bullets fired from a gun

eventually the moment came they all stopped

unable to continue in such danger

the number of the workforce quickly decreased

so all labour on the cinema ceased!

 

During the investigation of the electrical wiring

all seemed to be in perfect order

the control room received another urgent call

once more to return to the cinema

it was a fire this time on a wet blustery night

the whole building was well alight!

 

As they arrived in the still unfinished car park

there was a large crowd gathered

noticing the large sink hole near the entrance

some fireman laid out the hoses

waiting for the water pressure to push it out

yet nothing came from the spout!

 

They tried nearby hydrants and stored water

in their own vehicles  to no avail

while calling for more back up could only watch

with time they went to the large hole

where the crowds had moved some distance away

there was a palpable fear on display!

 

Glancing in the crews could see hundreds of bones

everywhere then something crawled

slowly up the earth sides towards them at the top

the ground began to crumble

and the complex began to collapse the crowd ran

in a panic no evacuation plan!

 

They evacuated the site rapidly before retreating

some distance concerned of a tremor

where it was visible to see it vanish as the earth

seemed to open up and swallow it

an entity had risen from somewhere far below

crawling nearby bringing much woe!

 

Nobody had died on that night but not long after

those who had been there or involved

started to either disappear or have grisly deaths

the fire raged on could not be quelled

the once thriving community is where evil dwells

and only the death toll swells!

 

From that site whatever haunted it had spread

to homes and public properties

as amongst the remaining population the thing

crawls only seen when too late

below them was a large ancient sacred burial pit

whom as yet none of the theories fit!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Their Bones Beneath!

Their bones lay beneath blood soaked dirt

harrowing stories to be told

slaughter and suffering of millions of men

shame upon the instigators of war

cries of despair pain an unanswered pray

with no other soul to share!

  • Men stuck deep in mud unable to move

officers shooting their own men

to end their suffering in a lingering hell

here fighting day and night!

in the filth and water filled trenches

rats and no resting benches!

  • Soldiers who were boys in the battle

should have been home at school

instead dying in a ferocious needless war

so many went so few came home

forever remembered for their sacrifice

lost generations a terrible price!

  • Trenches like coffins how can we ever understand
  • how did it get so out of hand!

The Foureyed Poet.

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