Foolish!

It was foolish but when you’re young

danger means having fun

the gates to the crypt were locked

a moment of guilt passed

as my entry was solved by a stone

forever would I try to atone!

 

The rusted gates noisily swung open

it was dark deathly silent

entering the crypt tripping on coffins

was most unpleasant

thinking maybe treasure was in here

should not have drunk the beer!

 

At the time had no sense of any fear

cold damp nasty odours

the adrenaline rush of an illegal act

with bare hands pushing

stone slabs annoyed at no progress

wanted to get access!

 

Fumbling in the poor light the flooring

gave way beneath my feet

instantly fell into a lower chamber

filled with putrid bodies

not fully decomposed surrounding me

still no idea how I got free!

 

Wanting to wretch covered in the slime

staggered out into the air

mortified at what had just happened

saw a grotesque face

and skeletal body in the tomb entrance

felt the instant penitence!

 

That was before running around certain

it was pursuing me

hatred was so real amongst the graves

even now years on

the presence is real it watches constantly

never more to let me be!

 

From that time on sounds heard shapes seen

nobody dared go on their own

unless in groups keeping away from the scene

or be scratched and objects thrown!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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Coffins!

On the white sandy beach early one morning

a jogger was surprised

to see a dark wood coffin as the tide receded

chains wrapped around

something held him back from treading near

instinct made him stay clear!

 

A mile down the coast two more coffins found

in exactly the same state

this time discovered by a group of teenagers

on the beach for a party

one brave lad did venture close captivated

and his life deactivated!

 

As they ran terrified from the empty beach

out at sea a fishing fleet

were pulling in their nets and caught within

dozens of similar coffins

fell heavily onto the wet and slippery decks

crews left shocked and vexed!

 

The fishing village was where they were taken

now unloaded on the quay

coffins replacing the usually fresh fish catch

as the locals stood sombre

deeply religious and superstitious community

together proud of their unity!

 

The elders were not surprised at this activity

as it was their ancestors

who had disposed of these now rotting coffins

throwing them into the sea

hundreds of miles away into the deepest abyss

now their existence was amiss!

 

Three hundred years before they were captured

a cult thought of as vampires

forced into these coffins blessed by the priest

weakened were trapped inside

crosses nailed to the lids then bound in chains

in salt water through their remains!

 

But as each was dropped screamed out the curse

future descendants would pay

they would return to seek bloody retribution

that day of prophecy had come

only if  one opened by an original kin villager

could this awful event occur!

 

There were recorded to be one hundred coffins

but on counting only ninety-nine

frantically a massive search hurriedly instigated

yet it was fruitless it was not there

outside of the village a local teenager unaware

of events towards the sea did stare!

 

Could not believe there lay a coffin on the sand

went closer to get a better view

for some reason was not harmed then a voice

in his head told remove the lid

as if compelled went home to get some tools

soon to break ancient rules!

 

As he snapped the locks unwinding the chains

forcing the thick sodden lid off

a decaying creature ravished on his blood

re-animating her back to life

now the long-awaited massacre was assured

the queens power restored!

 

At the exact moment each one sensed danger

instinct of death coming near

each coffin the chains shattered and opened

the one hundred had returned

the vampire queen walked amongst the risen

the kill executed with precision!

 

Some villagers escaped a new breed of slayer born!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lost!

The couple followed the satellite navigation system

finding themselves by a church.

Derelict and isolated this was not their destination

lost where had they been brought?

The engine spluttered and stopped unable to restart

as daylight started to depart.

 

A little unsettled at first but as the time slowly passed

panic began to overwhelm them!

Isolated here somewhere alien they didn’t know

becoming fearful of their situation.

Reluctantly felt the strong urge to get out and see

wondering where this could be.

 

A noise of rusty hinges grating focused their vision

the chapel doors were open.

A monk materialised with a cowl covering his head

beckoning them to him!

For courage they gripped tightly each others hand

as their muscles began to expand!

 

Unable to withstand the power were forced forward

drawn into the pitch black!

Candles appeared lit filling every corner of the interior

as into their vision two coffins.

Placed in front of a small altar both were uncovered

their bodies inside discovered!

 

An overwhelming sensation of calmness and peace

as if floating they silently laid.

More shadowy cloaked monks were coming closer

staring into their caskets.

At rest a bright beam grew the way ahead so clear

no longer anything to fear!

 

Suddenly loud noises and blue lights were flashing

fire crews were frantically cutting.

To get them both out of their crushed automobile

drips put into empty veins.

Whispering voices saying we nearly lost these two

but for them death was not due!

 

Critically injured they were rushed to casualty

the GPS lay shattered in the wreckage!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Their Bones Beneath!

Their bones lay beneath blood soaked dirt

harrowing stories to be told

slaughter and suffering of millions of men

shame upon the instigators of war

cries of despair pain an unanswered pray

with no other soul to share!

  • Men stuck deep in mud unable to move

officers shooting their own men

to end their suffering in a lingering hell

here fighting day and night!

in the filth and water filled trenches

rats and no resting benches!

  • Soldiers who were boys in the battle

should have been home at school

instead dying in a ferocious needless war

so many went so few came home

forever remembered for their sacrifice

lost generations a terrible price!

  • Trenches like coffins how can we ever understand
  • how did it get so out of hand!

The Foureyed Poet.

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