Squatted!

She squatted in the corner of the cell

alone here in her dark mood

certain in the gloom was not alone

accused of multiple homicides

knowing these charges were just lies

as around buzzed the flies!

 

She was the babysitter nothing more

had looked after them before

needed the money surely not a crime

the children were frightened

said the nasty man lived up in the attic

thought kids were over dramatic!

 

Had heard odd noises while there before

took no notice of their pleas

to stay near their bedrooms that night

wanted to text her boyfriend

the only interest filling her young mind

to the police officer defined!

 

When she told them the lights went out

cell phone signal was lost

in the darkness that ensued she saw it

a monster with a horrible face

the eye sockets were just blackness

filling her full of emptiness!

 

For a split second then all seemed well

until noises from upstairs

but invisible hands threw her back down

furniture moved all around

as the parents came into this disturbance

desperately trying to make a stance!

 

Knives came out of thin air stabbing at them

she could only watch as objects hit

had to get out of that madhouse to stay alive

crashing through a window

for a few moments heard the children’s cries

dazed saw the thing behind them

could only run but something was following

soon within felt the clawing!

 

Terrified beyond belief ran until she collapsed

ending on the police station steps

taken inside could only yell out the address

soon the horrific scene was found

soon she had become their prime suspect

her fragmented story did reject!

 

She fought them agitated and confused

was forcibly placed into the cell

a light above plunged her into the dark

then aware the thing was there

deep growls surrounded her frail frame

as she was thrust violently

against the cold tiled wall and to the floor

the blood from her body did pour!

 

The noise brought officers rapidly to assist

but she had passed from this life

none saw the beast fade into the shadows

as the light came on once more

the visible carnage was all they could see

unaware of the evil that would be!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Island Of Hell!

To the Island of hell the five now headed

visiting the long disused prison

stood ominously silent and foreboding

here to investigate the spirits

was said possessed the bricks and steel

what spectres did it conceal?

 

The deceased still walking within these walls

many witnesses had told

of threatening voices from those dead

prisoners there murdered

also several prison officers here as well

on the Island of hell!

 

Long before anything existed on the  land

native american’s  shunned it

knowing it was cursed evil roamed free

but when the prison was built

even the hardened criminals were afraid

on minds and souls evil preyed!

 

To this place the ghost investigation team came

to find out for themselves

if stories and experiences were actually true

none of these truth seekers

were disappointed at evidence perceived

without doubt believed!

 

From recorded messages to those red eyes

feeling somebody near

the moving shadow and light caught on film

in the cell when in darkness

confirming what many others had all faced

the prison had been cased!

 

Set in the busy wide river formed from granite

often shrouded in mist

the famous Golden Gate Bridge easily insight

once a fortress Alcatraz

a reminder of a once brutal and hated history

dares people to engulf the mystery!

 

One more experience none would ever forget!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Orb!

Could not Recall locked in a cell before

or even visiting a police station.

Now here he lay petrified on his own

listening to the noisy drunks.

With time to think why he was here

should not had that last beer!

 

He never meant to kill that violent guy

it really was self-defence.

Had anybody seen him get attacked

in that empty dirty alley.

Or as the man lay still that weird mist

like an orb the size of a fist!

 

Rose into the sky entering a weird light

did he actually witness that?

Police then arrived and arrested him

not caring he was in shock.

Hours later a solicitor came to advice

his situation to analyse.

 

How to explain what only he had seen

as the man lay dead.

Coming from within his unmoving  chest

it was only one punch!

But fell heavily onto the back of his head

quickly the ground oozed red!

 

Told them everything that had happened

as two cops intently listened.

Soon returned to his cell to wait once more

until they had an autopsy result.

Not believing what he alleged had occurred

they said it sounded absurd.

 

There all night unable to sleep a single wink

told he would be released.

The man died of natural causes they said

charged him for being drunk.

Soon found himself on a damp busy street

falling asleep on his feet.

 

Not a religious sort of person never was

but surely it was not his soul.

Rising up into that place called heaven

that was only a written story!.

At this point his wife drew up in her car

where was the nearest bar?

 

Something changed in his life that night

given the gift of second sight!

 

This was a strange new beginning!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

He Waited!

A nagging voice kept speaking inside his head

making him shudder and dread lights out.

In eight hours he knew he could well be dead

hoping his appeal would have some clout.

Laying down upon a sweat soaked single bed

absorbing the sounds of the prison cell.

What a fool he thought for being easily led

wanting the chance for the truth to tell.

Over and over a melodic tune kept playing

within his thoughts no way was he a killer.

For so long he had been hoping and praying

feeling the fear gripping tightly the bed pillar.

The lawyer said this was his last gasp appeal

why had his good life now turned so sour.

Panic again made him get down and kneel

as time had moved forward by another hour.

Yes like so many he had been guided to god

for the strength to face his impending end.

Totally trapped he was inside a man-made pod

he touched a letter his children had penned.

Writing they missed their mum but loved him

crying alone unable to be with his children now.

The darkness was oppressive in a situation so grim

why had he shouted at his wife calling her a cow.

Never before had they argued in their married life

but the money pressure was getting them uptight.

He stormed out for a break never touching the knife

going for a walk returning regretting the fight

Realising the children were upstairs hopefully asleep

entering the house with remorse a  such a mess.

Stunned saw his wife on the floor a knife buried deep

running to see the children now feeling the stress.

They were fine awake sensing something was wrong

as he sat trying to comprehend what he had seen.

Sirens could be heard outside he now had to be strong

remembering the shouting in that terrible scene.

Becoming a big blur being arrested the kids taken away

everything pointed to him the future looked bleak.

The authorities  and media said he would have to pay

from a loving family execution the law would seek.

So in a short time the sentence could be carried out

a plea of  innocence was a familiar begging cry.

For the prosecution he was guilty they had no doubt

everything he had said had to be  one big lie

he may have loved them all but he had killed her

the true facts of the case may never be known

What happened on that fateful night what did occur

was life that cruel was his fate really sewn?

 

Nobody else as yet had been apprehended for the crime

commuted to life was doing his time!

 

His faith the only comfort he waited to be proved innocent!

 

The Foureyed Poet.