Village!

High on the lonely yorkshire moorland

the village set was built

a long way from their main city studio

an imaginary society

had the feel of a real existing location

not a television creation!

 

When not in use an unsettling stillness

filled the fresh moving air

unseen activity as if life was going on

faint constant whispers

cast and crew aware of a muted sound

their subconscious did hound!

 

Amongst the farm animals beasts roamed

hypnotic glowing red eyes

savage snarling devil dog’s fangs exposed

wandering on the village edge

always in the shadows rarely are they seen

their very presence obscene!

 

Security patrolled quietly as filming proceeded

as reality and fantasy mingled

unaware of the other dimensions interacting

the crew huddled observing

actors becoming familiar characters on action

creating believable interaction!

 

Moments when an image mist or a shadow

that was not within the script

added to the mystique of an enchanting take

that the cameraman or director

could not grasp in the pressure of the shoot

when the schedule was acute!

 

But maybe the fears of any ghostly presence

is not always something to dread

this is just the mingling of nature’s elements

that should be embraced

there undisturbed since the earth was formed

before man the planet swarmed!

 

Do those who venture to this moorland oasis

need to fear the ghosts and spirits

blend and tease those gathered in the village

passing in and around their bodies

everyone prepares for another take to begin

feeling a slight tingle on the skin!

 

The anticipation of the moment is absorbed

as the pressures of a schedule

has blocked any fears of the village ambience

in a vast open landscape

paranormal discoveries remain imagination

with a disconcerting agitation!

 

In the village the filming goes on!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Nuclear Tests!

Each tree trembled from an unnatural vibration

in front the shortcut grass

at first glance seemed empty no humans around

but a rhythmic rustling sound

the grass no longer green as millions of worms

covered it like visible germs!

 

Normally filled with families happily playing

but darkness made them leave

a vast area near wide barren desert plains

unknown to most as a test site

for  nuclear experiments decades in the past

soon repercussions would be cast!

 

Radiation had seeped down to the sandy base

and preserved fertile soil

part of plans to research radio-active fallout

yet failed to realise consequences

worms absorbing the lethal product mutating

a disaster in the making!

 

From their natural state transformed rapidly

into flesh-eating creatures

searching for prey surfacing on the grassland

sensing it was nearby

as the park rangers unwittingly approached

as on deadly ground encroached!

 

No indication as they walked to their demise

just empty bloody uniforms

slithering on until the dawn leaving a gory trail

as visitors came to find

the area cordoned off as scientists investigated

and cause of the horror deliberated!

 

The mutated worms had gone back below ground

to the cool and darkness

not until the next night would the slaughter begin

their time slot was short

in solving the abomination they unwittingly created

before it truly escalated!

 

The hours were ticking by as the night was upon them!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Silo!

The desert was flat you could never tell

that below where you stood

was a military bunker and missile silo

from a time years passed

built here on this lonely barren latitude

that had a bad attitude!

 

An everlasting reminder of mans ingenuity

negative approach to peace

of times that have gone but do still exist

creation of terror and destruction

yet for many this factor has disappeared

to die is no longer feared!

 

Thinking foolishly that all conflicts will end

is only in dreamers minds

always there simmering the spark of war

lay in wait in human culture

where somebody is ready to light the flame

so conflicts in history doth remain!

 

The silo is but one symbol of the bloody past

forever on humans the shadow cast!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Factory Conversion!

The factory used to be the largest employer

where steel was manufactured

close to the railway goods terminal for access

until the company went bust

left to decay stood derelict for years until sold

as a new chapter was to unfold!

 

An organisation had a unique purpose for its use

to turn it into a horror attraction

the works already had history of unnatural deaths

during its productive years

as witnesses told of many unpleasant confrontations

with strangers and no explanations!

 

Injured burnt and dressed in old-fashioned clothing

even police had been called

to deal with obnoxious suicides inside and on the line

running parallel to broken fencing

where the homeless and drug users had taken over

what evil remained here to smolder?

 

The obsolete factory conversion was soon completed

large numbers 666 above the name

the Horror Factory ready to draw in waiting crowds

to be frightened out of their wits

as actors portrayed monsters and the devil himself

surely not good for your mental health!

 

But being a location with a nasty oppressive history

the dead could certainly not rest

some of the cast working here were devil worshipers

and held black masses within

but were sacked but not before more evil did unleash

causing phenomena to increase!

 

Visitors often scared by more than the performers

seeing those still not at rest

evil entities waiting to posses the unsuspecting

passing through this attraction

voices and noises echoed around those present

for many were evanescent!

 

But others the effects were much longer lasting

or fatal to those who were weak

images pleading and vile words there recorded

left staff and visitors believers

dreading what may happen to any of them next

leaving all who entered perplexed!

 

Like a ghoulish monument there it stands today!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

That Smile

That smile will be with me forever

on the day it all went wrong

the two of us trying to be clever

our journey was too long

deciding to take a different trail

thus  must recount the tale!

 

That smile will be with me forever!

 

Desperate to try and save our marriage

after both drifting apart

had we passed that irreversible stage

our love was there a start

yet the tension high I drove far to fast

and our destinations cast!

 

That smile will be with me forever

 

Into a tree we rammed I was powerless

to avoid the collision

the anger had created this foolishness

shaping the final decision

my side was undamaged just shaken

realising I was mistaken!

 

That smile will be with me forever

 

Why had I been such a stubborn man

had shock awoken me

you the only one in my earthly plan

at first what I did not see

there hurt with that angelic smile

how bad I was in denial!

 

That smile will be with me forever

 

Somehow got a signal to call assistance

talking more than before

why now could we seem to be consistent

doing my best to reassure

that any problems we would transform

our love overcame any storm!

 

That smile will be with me forever

 

As the rescue team arrived we tenderly kissed

such a magical moment

how such tenderness for so long I had missed

she had been to me sent

that smile I shall never forget or guilt fade

too late true feelings displayed!

 

She died from her injuries soon after!

That smile will remain with me forever!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Ageing Prison!

In the ageing prison it was alleged by inmates

ghosts haunted within its walls!

prisoners found hanged or by other injuries

often discovered by staff

yet the governor ignored it until guards died

their cause of deaths lied!

 

Would not admit a spirits hand was the culprit

as no foul play was found

there had been plans to close the ageing prison

these were brought forward

dissention and bad publicity accelerated closure

far too much exposure!

 

In but a mere eight weeks the prison was abandoned

shuttered and left to rot

nothing resolved too many questions unanswered

inexplicable still reported

from local residents and passers-by on a regular basis

even telling of seeing faces!

 

Fifteen years on a film crew approached the owners

keen to use it for a film

its theme was to be of a paranormal horror genre

at first there was opposition

until the generous  financial rewards were declared

soon an agreement was prepared!

 

Cast and crew on a Monday morning while still dark

unaware of what had occurred

no studio sets required this was the one location

and had the perfect atmosphere

after frantic preparations now ready for first take

soon realising it was a bad mistake!

 

Through the viewfinder blurry shapes were seen

as the temperature rapidly fell

gates clattered from the distance and shouting

making it impossible to shoot

then a huge arc light crashed to the prison floor

but there would be much more!

 

The actors stood frozen unsure what to do next

this was not in the script

director and technical crew ran over to assist

making sure nobody was hurt

the atmosphere now tense an extra fainted

a prop fell only just painted!

 

Everyone just wanted to leave get out alive

they really felt in danger

set up in the huge still furnished dinning hall

it seemed crowded there

clattering and talking came from every side

there was nowhere to hide!

 

Realising they could not continue the shoot

how could they get out

was the question asked by those present

leaving their equipment

retrieving that a future problem to be solved

their exit had to be resolved!

 

Retracing the way they had entered that morning

approaching the main door

it slammed shut with a loud bang yet no drafts

footsteps and clanking keys

were coming ever nearer yet nothing was seen

this scenario none had foreseen!

 

Pounding in total panic on the thick metal door

as  something came closer

the women screamed the men shouted aloud

as the door opened slowly

by the security guard on his routine patrol

who got more than his usual stroll!

 

Gathering by their vehicles shaking and shocked

contemplating what had happened

decided for now to retreat and find out more

of had gone on here before

not put off the director was more fascinated

and another idea he debated!

 

He had to get the equipment from inside but was it wise

to go back into this ageing prison!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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