Curiosity!

Heard the footsteps then saw it

a black mist hit him

his girlfriend said she saw it to

both yelled out shaken

were standing on the first floor

in a derelict nursing home

abandoned not very long ago

conflict within grew!

 

The urge to leave here strong

yet curiosity had won

on their full spectrum camera

an image was created

proof they had found evidence

in their belief a spirit

still lingering inside these walls

as a voice to them calls!

 

Walking down the same hallway

noticed a cupboard

its door wide open both certain

last time came this way

sure it had been completely shut

on reviewing footage

this was correct again the shadow

ahead of them did show!

 

Within there was no breeze at all

in this retirement home

knew many had died on their own

a depressing feeling

began to overwhelm them both

on their spirit box

for help a faint rasp voice pleaded

their bravery receded!

 

Certain that contact had been made

exhausted needed to leave

but would have to come back again

unfinished business did remain!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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Proud!

She stood sixteen hands proud and strong

grey with black mane

a young horse just arrived from England

fresh and innocent

from the safety of home to the battle front

taken by the army

to carry the Captain upon her sturdy back

heading the attack!

 

Far from her master who she knew from birth

the open fields to roam

into the bloodbath of war of mud and death

a multitude of animals

keeping the war machine in constant motion

dying with the soldiers

interacting in human conflicts had no choice

no rights or voice!

 

This was a time of man and animals integrating

shown much kindness

even more brutality in of war of young lives lost

horses worked mercilessly

until they fell with the soldiers the proud mare

was tough and stubborn

wanting to be home from those she was taken

for so many were forsaken!

 

After this barbaric war had finally come to an end

there were eight million

horses mules and donkeys killed in their service

to assist perpetual greed

many were sold for meat but thankfully thousands

came back to blighty

the proud mare whose name was Belle was saved

her bravery praised!

 

Bruised and scared she came returned to the farm

she loved and knew

to open spaces free from noise and destruction

shells and shrapnel

the army officer to came home and kept in touch

both never to forget

those times of depravity and this futile carnage

of mans endless rage!

 

Belle lived happily until she succumbed to age!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

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