Historic!

From within their home felt a strong presence

yet nothing seemed out of sync

the interior became illuminated a piercing light

shone into their back garden

their gaze drawn upwards to a majestic display

clouds formed of rainbow colours

changing shapes as if an angelic glorious rave

to the magnificence were its slave!

 

As though their minds were being manipulated

spellbound their eyes fixed

over the vast historic wilderness others gathered

some praying others recording

this mystical aerial pageant filled them with alarm

use to seeing flying objects

of unknown origin leaving everybody confounded

as their hold on reality pounded!

 

As the event had started it was now gone from sight

exhausted as if the spell was lifted

they retreated back into their homes to at last sleep

but there was still a distant sound

of voices like a perfect pitched choral choir singing

or this was what they perceived

high above them lights darted at super sonic speed

below ley lines were deeply laid!

 

These unbelievable images increasing is it a warning

of mans evil by a greater being us scorning!

Or could there be truth in the threat of aliens existing

whatever the phenomena is persisting!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

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Pondered!

He pondered why was the motorway empty

during the busy time of day

even the vehicles behind stopped overtaking

coming to a service area pulled in

but nobody was here the place void of life

not even his radio worked now

panic set in it was as though only he existed

into another dimension drifted!

 

Could see the entrance there was a brightness

felt compelled to walk to it

sensed no more fear or doubt as he advanced

focused on the building ahead

that was shimmering brought deep peace within

then realized he was no longer alone

smiling a young woman stood on his right side

at each other both seemed mystified!

 

On the busy motorway the carriageways blocked

emergency crews fighting to release

a young man from his crushed car and on its roof

in the ambulance a twenty something

woman lay unconscious intubated on a drip feed

but heart stopped now unresponsive

paramedics shaken as to her injuries did succumb

as this was not the expected outcome!

 

The male cut free placed him in a second ambulance

but his vital signs were faint

regrettably his heart to stopped and he was deceased

there had been no other casualties

with a sombre mood amongst all the attending crews

the scene was left for investigation

their bodies taken to the hospital pathology department

the paramedics for them both did lament!

 

Neither of them had any recollection of a fatal accident

as together held each others hand

the doors opened they stepped into pure serene light

before them a tunnel and glorious sound

filled with a peace glided in love and untainted delight

their souls freed they were heaven bound!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Stroll!

Such a nice day parked near a disused lane

decided to explore take a stroll

there was a refreshment van parked nearby

a nice cold drink on his return

several people buying food as he strolled by

as an object ahead caught his eye!

 

Made him sharply turn but nothing was visible

a trick of the light in the trees

yet caution began to slow his steps with concern

it was deserted so ventured

a nagging feeling made him want to head back

yet curiosity kept him on track!

 

Began to realise there was no sounds or movement

as up ahead saw a derelict building

again out of peripheral vision certain of a shape

hiding in the shrubbery nearby

had a strong compulsion to head for the dwelling

as that sense of foreboding was excelling!

 

His steps became heavy each muscle began aching

breathe laboured and rasping

soon stood at the doorless entrance in long grass

became aware somebody there

a shape in long cloak and hood hovered off the floor

petrified him to his core!

 

Where the face should be was just a blackness so deep

could not move heart pounded

thought it would explode out of his chest here alone

then it was gone now just the ruin

ran as fast as he could until he saw the catering van

glad to back where his walk began!

 

Nearing his parked car noticed a sign he had missed

small faded with arrow pointing

could only just make out the words upon it written

this way to the witches cottage

sat back then quickly left vowing never to return

images and feelings filled him with concern!

 

Intrigued compelled to research this haunted location

had to return for a paranormal investigation!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Compelled!

In disbelief he stared at the dead bodies

somehow was compelled

by a voice to kill these victims no choice

now in the hotel room

began to feel sick still holding the gun

realising what he had done!

 

The voice had gone quiet what was he to do

intended going to the police

inside his head it felt this would explode

shaking in a shocked state

at that second the voice softly to him spoke

no longer wanted to choke!

 

Told him to leave there was no need to grief

enemies to be eliminated

so  left the building with no more remorse

and went back to work

totally unaware of the killings he had done

in a waste bin put the gun!

 

A darkly dressed man retrieved the weapon

in another city far away

a well dressed woman walked into a diner

several men sat drinking

she looked around casually drew a hand gun

shot them walked out did not run!

 

Outside threw the gun into a large waste bin

and went to meet her friend

at once a street cleaner emptied the rubbish

another horror scene

both assassinations done by ordinary folk

who from a deep sleep had woke!

 

In another country the teenager got off a bike

into a small shop entered

where several people were just looking around

pulled up a scarf over his face

from a pocket took out a gun without hesitation

shot each one without confrontation!

 

Exactly the same pattern of events of the others

as if being told cycled off

but placing the weapon in a convenient bin nearby

this continued unabated

leaving police forces perplexed without evidence

as the crimes got more intense!

 

At this time the body count rises as more are compelled!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Compelled!

She knew it was not her actions but compelled

by the evil spirit within

where it had found her she had no knowledge

continuously really scared

had tried to seek help from a the local priest

but this was a powerful beast!

 

Dominating to the point of complete control

whenever it so desired

turning this sweet innocent young woman

into a predatory monster

charm oozing from every orifice and pore

until the victims ran no more!

 

She always looked beautiful a pleasure to meet

funny a captivating female

men were lured into the chameleons deadly lair

then the mask was removed

revealing the grotesque creature escape futile

carnage created for while!

 

From that first pleasant meeting it soon changed

to screaming obscenities

before any chance of detection just evaporated

returning in a new location

the woman trapped now helpless and horrified

suffering and inwardly died!

 

Compelled the real soul within had become lost

but a small spark remained

finding that tiny moment of reality she arrived

at that church doorway

an observant mature priest spotted here there

of her plight was aware!

 

An experienced exorcist was careful on approach

not to arouse the beast

lured it covertly into a secure and sealed room

tying the battered body

in a heavy oak chair bolted firmly to the solid floor

was it too late he was not sure!

 

The desperate battle to expel evil had begun

could her weak possessed soul survive?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

The Skull!

The artist had come to this ancient town

as his passion was architecture.

Knowing his best work was  not yet  done

he booked into the only hotel.

On a night that had turned chilly and wet

an ancient evil waited to be met!

 

Not able to arrive until the bewitching hour

was unable to settle and sleep.

Thought he’d take that late night wander

in a thickening low mist.

Made his progress slow on unfamiliar ground

with tired feet did pound!

 

Even the orange street lights seemed so dim

and was chokingly thick!

Each step now becoming increasingly hard

a shop drew his attention.

felt compelled to peer in at the display

unable to turn away!

 

There in the only lit shop window on the row

his gaze was transfixed.

On the skull almost hidden in one corner

in the eye sockets shiny stones.

That glistened nothing he could do but stare

now gasping for fresh air!

 

He staggered a short distance to a doorway

slipping into unconsciousness!

Waking cold and disorientated by the noise

of an ambulance siren.

Nobody else was about as he headed back

giving the glass a hard smack!

 

Shattering the glass with a hidden strength

grabbing the skull now possessed!

Cutting his hands on the shards he ran

leaving a trail of his blood!

Back in the room fell onto the clean bed

the artist was now dead!

 

What emerged from within a few hours later

was not who entered!

The figure with cold dark eyes and sallow skin

checked out without a word.

Now the ancient evil had found a new host

civilisation would roast!

 

The prophecies of doom would come to pass!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Ambulance!

The ambulance sped along the busy road

intent on getting to the call.

A pitiful cry received that faded away

prompting an urgent response.

No location given traced by the signal

never this tense as a rule.

 

Without details from the distressed caller

apprehension was higher.

Potentially a trap they were heading

part of the risk they took.

Moments later coming upon the scene

both alert and keen.

 

Nothing could be seen to indicate a problem

on this isolated road.

The ambulance crew unsure what to do

had it been a hoax.

Informing control of the current situation

filled with consternation.

 

Told them the caller had contacted once again

even more distressed.

Baffled noting the silence then saw smoke

and pungent lingering odour.

It seemed to be moving as if it was guiding

was the truth nearby hiding?

 

No choice compelled to follow the phenomena

though ordered back to base.

Continuing cautiously into a large open field

drawn along a thick hedge row.

Where together they found a burnt out truck

in swampy ground stuck.

 

Nothing could be done for the person within

then the smoke swirled.

From in its midst there stood a woman

both retreated in shock.

After that moment no more calls received

solving the mystery achieved!

 

It was some while later confirmed that inside

a woman had died!

 

The Paramedics didn’t mention the apparition

the conclusion a tragic accident!

 

Nobody answered the question who telephoned?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

What Had He Seen?

What had he seen from his bedroom window

he was inquisitive to know.

Putting on his shoes and picking up a torch

and into the night made his way.

From his cottage he called his one retreat

quiet quaint isolated and neat.

 

Getting to the end of his long garden path

over a fence onto open ground.

Keen to find an answer he was compelled

walking now on rough grass.

A noise to his right he aimed the bright light

hoping whatever it was didn’t bite!

 

Then saw something glowing and rising smoke

boldly approaching the spot.

It looked to him like a small smouldering rock

but split into two half’s.

Now regretting the walk on this untamed ground

then movement from a nearby mound!

 

Why  couldn’t he stop himself from investigating

even though he was petrified.

Another louder sound like crawling and dragging

moving closer to where he stood!

That was all he could take running in blind terror

why had he made such a stupid error?

 

Energy seemed to completely sap from his body

yelling for invisible help!

He awoke sweating in his own comfortable bed

a deep sigh of relief he got up.

Chuckling then laughing thinking how real it felt

on his arm he saw a welt.

 

Very sore and raised he now was totally petrified

something crawling in the room!

It had not been a dream it had followed him in

nobody else there for support.

Or hear the awful screams as he slowly died

in quiet place aliens did hide!

 

More meteorites fell the invasion went unnoticed

For Now!

 

The Foureyd Poet.