Marked!

Staring out from behind his closed curtains

this man was so petrified

could see the large black car parked outside

knew they were after him

there was nowhere else to hide trapped

hope and energy sapped!

 

Could not keep quiet about what he knew

his conscience could not allow

had to tell the public of alien infiltration

in the fabric of our society

even if they partly accepted his disclosures

he would risk exposure!

 

This he was prepared to do by going public

through the national papers

and television channels had nowhere to hide

had even taken documents

tried to safeguard his wife and only daughter

they to were at risk of slaughter!

 

Many colleagues had mysterious accidents

or this was the scenario used

classed as traitors for exposing information

considered of a top-secret nature

he knew the risks had been cornered here

had no time to get clear!

 

This was his private hideaway by the lakes

though knew nothing was secret

from the agents whose job it was to silence

known as the men in black

there was nothing more to be done trapped

his body and soul sapped!

 

Heard them approaching only one thing to do

sent his wife one last email

sat behind his desk calmly typed a message

laid back in the leather chair

the dark suited strangers smashed their way in

lies about him would begin!

 

Headlines read in a car crash scientist killed!

friends knew his prediction was fulfilled!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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Hit man!

The hit man took the contract without question

they had paid his required fee

just another routine precision kill easy money

an arrogance grew with success

relaxed he waited for confirmation of details

making sure he left no trails!

 

Calmly waited for information on his coded site

but not prepared for the reply

because the image received was his own face

felt the first glimmer of emotion

immediate action to quickly leave this location

filled with rising consternation!

 

Always efficient and clinical in his execution

nothing ever left to chance

directing precisely each aspect of his mission

now the situation was reversed

totally out of his depth being the hunted prey

what skullduggery was at play?

 

Why had a contract been placed on his head

who jested in giving it to him

errors were never made he had been warned

somebody had taken the task

telephoned his girlfriend so wanted  her near

the one person he held dear!

 

They met in their special secret rendezvous

a cabin in a secluded region

being certain they would not be compromised

wine and a night of pleasure

took his thoughts off the impending danger

of assassination by a stranger!

 

Woke up unusually groggy and very nauseous

unable to move his lover

sat on the edge of the bed a gun in her hand

he recognised it as his own

she looked at him coldly aimed and fired

between the eyes he expired!

 

Smiling stood up and left the thrill immense

anther job done but it was fun

never getting so close to her target before

but had to settle this score

he murdered her father when she was small

swore one day the killer would fall!

 

Its said you can never trust even those close to you!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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