Hovering!

He sat there alone in the fast food restaurant

his arm was burning wanted shout

what was that thing hovering in the field

never seen anything like that

should have kept away why investigate

as his mouth started to salivate!

 

Tried drinking the coffee but was so thirsty

becoming agitated with the noise

certain others were watching him intently

heard a banging sound realised

his knees were hitting underside of the table

his mind and physical being unstable!

 

Just out walking the dog shit where was Jack

knew had to leave or would explode

knocking into people he no longer could see

wandered out onto the main road

bus driver said from nowhere was on the road

without any hesitation strode!

 

At the same moment a young couple discovered

a small dog barking at a field gate

taking a stroll on along a well-known lovers track

tried to get near the excited animal

who ran off into that empty field as if in pursuit

unsettled did not follow its route!

 

Been here on numerous occasions a rural haven

yet retreating eager to go home

heard the fearful cry that sounded like an animal

from a slow pace had the urge to run

from behind a noise like galloping horses on dirt

sensing danger they would be hurt!

 

Out of breath they got safely back to their car

clicking key fob to open doors

in a heightened state of panic both jumped in

would the engine start-up

relieved as it roared into life foot down they left

their emotions were bereft!

 

Where they had just departed the alien arrived

the taste for human prey instilled

wings spread drooling acid saliva through teeth

mercilessly sharp and pointed

cloaked returned to its hidden craft and lair

a malevolent being all were unaware!

 

Soon more would come of this ruthless breed!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Inside!

Who can tell what is inside the human mind

how it thinks or truly feels

up to what age are we considered innocent

or something some never are

is it through inbreeding upbringing or DNA

that any feelings went away?

 

Are many born cold without any emotions

detached from care and love

able to kill without any mercy or conscience

from their very young age

any opinions and personality not yet fused

without history of themselves abused!

 

No reasons or any remorse take another life

is this instinct deep within

when children or young teenagers display

such traits of behaviour

does it not make you think how can this be

what perception of life do they see?

 

Gone that time when from birth to adulthood

it was of exploration and learning

now those with problems just misunderstood

the tide of corruption forever burning!

 

Can some be evil before their conception?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Painting!

That large painting on his aunts faded wallpaper

always made him shudder

the realistic depiction of the burning of witches

seemed to him so vivid

those flames flickering he actually felt the heat

glad when from there did retreat!

 

That day came when his beloved aunty passed

family he rarely ever saw

gathered with him at the funeral to say farewell

and after once more parted

a few weeks later he received an official letter

this did not make him feel better!

 

His dearly departed aunt had left him the painting

his body went from hot to cold

in bold letters being delivered by a courier firm

two days from the present

had that trapped no way out nagging emotion

what would happen had no notion!

 

A message had been sent with a time of arrival

growing the intensity of fear

at midday his breath was becoming laboured

as the door bell chimed

dread had built up within his heart and soul

just the thought taking its toll!

 

There before him was the large rapped parcel

taking and signing for his legacy

reluctantly brought it in to his once safe haven

no intention of hanging on his wall

placed in the attic hoping to overcome his dread

trying to hang onto his sanity thread!

 

The first night had a nightmare about witches

they were surrounding his bed

woke up crying out could not rest anymore

bangs came from the ceiling above

had to leave went for a walk never felt alone

the evil seed had been sown!

 

Reluctant to go back even to his own house

yet there was a compulsion

could no way resist headed a familiar path

entered for the last time

to the spot where the package was placed

took off the cover the canvas faced!

 

Before him it came alive hearing crackling fire

chanting voices overpowering

tried to retreat from this grotesque scene

knowing this was his fate

they came out into this world he the sacrifice

to enter our dimension their device!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Red Eyes!

It was a quiet restaurant as they entered

for a pleasant meal

first chance since the birth of their son

like a celebration

a sense of achievement being parents

to them so immense.

 

A waiter guided them to a corner table

good being out

her mum happily agreeing to babysit

first grandchild

both noticed an elderly man staring

like red eyes glaring!

 

Trying to ignore his growing presence

but could not

an evening spoilt as his eyes watched

piercing our minds

staff seemed oblivious to him there

sitting in the chair!

 

Called over the waiter to settle their bill

enquired quietly

who was the elderly figure by the door

with burning glare

he only saw just an empty table and chair

nobody there  to stare!

 

Pressing to get even more information

he reluctantly said

long ago there was a funeral parlour here

answering no more

backed quickly away as they went to exit

there he did sit!

 

Out side the atmosphere was far better

yet he still stared

now laughing his face became distorted

then he evaporated

no more did he sit shrivelled and dark

leaving a memory stark!

 

What lay in  the history of this building

why only them

had witnessed such a freakish evil being

filled with revulsion

headed home to be with their newborn

their beliefs now torn!

 

Their lives forever filled with a growing terror!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

News Years Eve!

Hundreds of thousands gathered eagerly waiting

for the new year to begin

intently watching the hands on a clock face turn

towards the midnight hour

each with their own story to tell of the past year

good and bad soon to disappear!

 

Drunk sober rich poor at this moment were equal

focused on the passing of time

their lives older at each stroke and second gone

some with hope others anguish

stood next to each other facing the unknown

a short lived unity shown!

 

That realisation that every one had the same goal

exchanging banter and hugs

problems and differences were of no importance

bitterness hatred did not exist

as the chimes began to strike the midnight hour

the massive fireworks did tower!

 

Like the cleansing and burning of twelve months

and their anticipation renewed

on new years eve a fresh beginning or same trek

none really knew what awaited

as the weather deteriorated together celebrated

time to cheer not be deflated!

 

Who knows just what mankind or nature has planned!

We can only hope it is A Happy New Year!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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