Faith!

That single moment changed his life forever

there on his second tour of duty

thought he was hardened to atrocities of war

even when facing his own death

another demolished village came up ahead

more wounded and many dead!

 

On the road came upon a woman crouching

holding a man’s lifeless body

two small children wandering dazed and  lost

each cried with endless tears

looking down in body armour and loaded gun

under the searing heat of the sun!

 

Feeling himself overwhelmed with the scene

had not been to church for years

his faith was now being tested himself a father

a beautiful wife waiting at home

safe away from such brutality of this warfare

their torment for a time did share!

 

Made him confront his own vulnerability and belief

feeling that overwhelming grief!

 

Then became a soldier once more and moved on!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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Stabbing a Stranger!

There was no reason for the youth to attack

stabbing a stranger in his chest

gone before anybody had a chance to view

just evaporated into the crowd

no motive for this violent and senseless act

not way for the thug to be tracked!

 

This was the scenario detectives first thought

on their initial theory

but no evidence was found or then a motive

more victims were stabbed

it seemed in the same pattern in each case

what did they actually face?

 

Symbols were found branded on the bodies

the knife wounds seemed burned

these questions became urgent was it a cult

frustration was mounting

many descriptions of the killer easily misread

into black magic would tread!

 

Panic ensued as more corpses were found

none had identification

experts of the occult their assistance sort

creatures began roaming

somebody somewhere had created the spell

allowing demons from hell!

 

Never the had authorities listened to witches

an unprecedented action

the search was on for the perpetrators temple

powerful magic being exerted

as spirituality began to overwhelm our society

with mankind losing his piety!

 

Together police religious and the occult leaders

were united into a pact

to counter act the dark forces growing power

over elements of good and light

all those sacrifices for the evolution of evil

and innocent souls for retrieval!

 

The massive search soon centred on a church

now no longer consecrated

then used for drugs and sex since abandoned

ideal for the wicked to flourish

the soulless dominions could fester and grow

overseen by the watchful crow!

 

Swat teams surrounded the gothic looking church

chanting could be heard

echoing rhythmically as they tried being quiet

guns poised uncomfortably

knowing this time they were not taking the lead

yet itching for the action to proceed!

 

An elite squad of soldiers led the preplanned way

but where stopped at the door

unable to get passed the large painted symbols

until the witches removed the spell

allowing them to enter the demon’s evil church

upon the precipice they did perch!

 

Flying creatures attacked them they fought

bullets were of no use

coming from all ways then just vanishing

several were stabbed

by the familiar small vicious daunting beast

their horror ordeal increased!

 

Chanting close the witches present prepared

for a battle of their own

determined to stop the growing dark chaos

reseal the rift being opened

in unison their own incantations now recited

to banish evil goodness reunited!

 

The hardened soldiers were silently terrified

not being a flesh and blood enemy

could only cower and watch the ensuing battle

as the creatures swirled around

making a shocking sound as the two factions

came to blinding interactions!

 

Out side flashes sounds and earth tremors

left everyone fearing the end

a huge bright beam of light shot skywards

throwing those present

vehicles to tossed like toys over the ground

as a shock wave did rebound!

 

Instantly the building began rapidly crumble

rescue squads rushed forward

as the group emerged from the cellar region

all the spells were broken

they rushed assist but several did not return

as a raging fire began to burn!

 

The area had to be immediately evacuated

the site was imploding

the joint intervention appeared a success

for the agencies involved

cautiously declaring this but hard to accept

or give the occult groups respect!

 

Yet even as they celebrated deep below

a new terror did grow!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Priest!

The priest was enthusiastic as he drove

towards his first parish

set in a village on the edge of moorland

from a city background

now looked forward to the rural scene

spacious open and green!

Had been given a tour by his predecessor

a priest of mature years

the old vicarage was situated opposite

the grade one listed church

told the elderly priest had recently died

not natural had been implied!

It now put doubt into his positive thoughts

what had happened he mused

as he slowly explored the unspoilt estate

before moving in to his new home

later walking over to his spiritual domain

his demeanor to retain!

From the entrance he surveyed the interior

focusing on the fine altar

certain he saw somebody kneeling praying

curiosity made him approach

as he drew near nobody was to be found

being the only one around!

Where he stood it became uncomfortably cold

he desperately had to leave

running in panic until he got to the vicarage gate

terrified and out of breath

was that footsteps closing on the gravel behind

from turning he declined!

Alone in the building the housekeeper had left

yet felt an overwhelming presence

standing in the hallway gazing at the staircase

gently rising to the first floor

sure a shadow was upon the upper landing

his blood pressure expanding!

Up against the door he could see a shape

creeping towards him

the terror within made him start to pray

this was not just a haunting

sure a lingering evil possessed the ground

as the tension did compound!

One fact certain he could do nothing alone

if he wanted to stay as the priest

had to get out to summon the help required

as the manifestation was moving

between the vicarage and eerie church at will

he began to feel rather ill!

Though he had witnessed an exorcism before

the priest was not qualified

 to perform this intense ultimate spiritual battle

he must find away to escape

to contact the bishop of this most serious situation

of an unknown demonic infestation!

Side stepping into the lounge picked up a chair

then with all his strength

hurled it through the picture frame window

immediately jumping out

as the entity followed possessing his soul

in pain his eyes began to roll!

Praying harder than he had ever done before

the evil force let him go

laying in broken glass watched it glide away

back towards the church

for now could do little but make a fast retreat

this enemy he could not beat!

 Many tribulations and questions he would seek

the war would not be for the meek!

The Foureyed Poet

Mr Gray’s Encounter!

He had always been fascinated with ancient buildings

especially quaint country churches

often travelling a long way to explore their structures

and delve into the historic facts

on one such adventurous journey to the countryside

his sanity he would have to decide!

 

Cycling by his attention was drawn to a church spire

he had not seen many like it

surrounded by a neat graveyard headstones in rows

musing a nice place to be buried

he even saw the priest standing by the entrance gate

then walking up the path as if late.

 

As Mr Gray approached the path he had gone inside

thinking he must speak to him later

stood back to really view the magnificent structure

and absorb the unique atmosphere

the smell of freshly cut hay enhancing his experience

he sat with no interference.

 

The bench had a plaque which read in memory of Joan

the rest of the writing had faded

Relaxed nearly fell asleep heard the noise of a door catch

that was being turned behind him

taking little notice expecting the priest to slowly pass by

nobody came he questioned why?

 

After awhile curiosity made him get up and venture inside

it was rather dark as he expected

sunlight beamed in through a large stained glassed window

over the altar in front of him

then again he saw the priest this time kneeling in prayer

of him did not seem aware!

 

So not to disturb him took a closer look at paintings

and read booklets on the history

eventually finding himself being drawn to the altar

the priest was no longer there

he certainly had not seen nor heard anybody leave

but he was not alone he did believe!

 

A deep sense of foreboding now overwhelmed him

his skin burned down his back

like claws were ripping his flesh the agony increased

and the smell of decay immense

around his body two bony hands with strips of skin

crushing his organs within!

 

Crying out for god’s mercy to save his eternal soul

in agony and despair blacked out

he awoke sitting on a pew facing the altar icy cold

staggering headed for the door

going into a shadow filled and  warm summers night

even his bicycle a wonderful sight!

 

How he got back to the guest house could not recall

needing medical help for his wounds

soon seeking answers for his most strange encounter

enquired about the village priest

local people said he had died twelve months before

nobody worshipped there any more!

 

Found dead ripped to shreds laying across the altar

it was thought devils work

what had attacked him while within this holy church

what other forces had entered

leaving with more questions than answers to ponder

something beside him did wander!

 

Mr Gray’s encounter was far from over for him!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Graves Of The Dead!

The Teenagers were passing the grave yard

on a late summers evening.

Thinking it would be great fun to explore

the graves of the dead!

Young and foolish crossed the threshold

into decay and mould.

 

Large black birds were settling on grave stones

others flew menacingly above.

They should not have mocked those who passed

or broken into the church.

But amongst deep shadows and wooden beams

the girls let out piercing screams!

 

More Birds hung low above their heads menacingly

terrifying in their presence.

As the group tried to leave cowled figures hovered

then vanished as they ran out!

But this added to their excitement a bigger thrill

as the earth was no longer still!

 

No respect for where they were now a new game

playing hide and seek.

Pushing over headstones trampling the flowers

now dark they didn’t care!

Thinking the grave yard their new playground

but something nasty they’d found.

 

From a grave in the far corner earth now parted

it rose to an erect position.

They were all distracted and didn’t see it coming

one moved away from the rest.

This vengeful living dead took his victims heart

as they intended to depart.

 

Searching for their mate didn’t expect to find

his body on the path!

Fun turned to fear as they ran to the low wall

but none could escape.

In different directions they frantically went

but evil on them was intent!

 

The busy vicar came very early the next day

seeing the graves were in disarray.

Shocked that anybody would do such a thing

and telephoned the cops.

Who found four deceased bodies and two living

but mad had the evil been forgiving!

 

No suspects were ever found for the crime!

but nobody played near the graves again!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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The Monk!

The investigation team sat in the church cemetery

it had been for at least three hours.

Though none would admit they were getting bored

yet relaxed commenting on this fact.

The small group patiently waited for any action

unsure if it happened their reaction!

 

They were feeling alert and constantly observing

yet chatting to pass the hours.

About two in the morning decided to walk about

knowing others had seen shadows.

Also noises and screams had sent them running

thinking something for them was gunning!

 

Moving around the headstones imaginations active

every sound and movement magnified!

They could understand how easily to mistake

animals distant sounds or the wind.

Even headstones and trees were of varying heights

helping to create inaccurate sights!

 

Turning natural images into what they want to see

the stories heard fresh in their minds!

So this team tried not to fall into the same trap

as into the last hour they entered.

Ahead on the footpath they saw a hooded figure

that was becoming bigger!

 

Hearts pounded as they realised it was The Monk

who appeared solid and real!

The girls didn’t know whether to scream or cheer

this was their first sighting!

Watching this did validated their long research

as it headed for the ruin of the church!

 

Slowly fading as the monk entered a porch door

yet the presence could still be felt.

Lingering in the dampness of the early morning

and they all had nothing to say.

Absorbing the clear images they’d all just witnessed

it had changed them later they confessed!

 

There are so many who once never believed but now

think could there be something more?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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