The vicar stood at the entrance to his church
was confronted by the body
of a woman a cross had pierced her heart
he did not recognise her
the silver cross he knew was from the altar
his faith did briefly falter!
He was sure only half an hour ago he saw it
checked within it had gone
tried to phone the authorities really shaken
the phone line only crackled
returned the body was no longer laying there
at the blood could only stare!
The sun beat down as the church clock chimed
striking twelve midday
looked around at the many neat rows of graves
something caught his eye
bravely walking towards this small object
nearing it stood erect!
Looked like a gargoyle an ancient inhuman beast
the female body lay torn apart
the silver cross flung aside blood spattered
retreating it sped away
from this position he could see many more
an infestation could not ignore!
Tightly holding his bible he had been carrying
went into the sanctuary
of his church slamming forcefully the oak door
heard quiet gentle talking
a couple sat admiring the carvings unconcerned
as he approached turned!
Smiling as a young woman joined them worried
her friend she could not find
the vicar heard what she said regrettably knew
where had they come from
high-pitched screeching spoilt the tranquillity
as he felt the encroaching hostility!
Remembering work had just started on the crypt
in the basement of the church
why did they leave him alone could not figure
the family stood disturbed
would have to tell them the truth and confide
what was massing outside!
Whatever these abominable manifestations were
there seemed no escape
tears were heavy at hearing a friend had expired
noise increased panic grew
clear they could not cross the church’s holy line
he needed a divine sign!
Were these sent here from satan’s nefarious domain
before the simple altar he prayed
afraid this was the beginning of man’s final stand
the family knelt in veneration
at the same moment each felt the slight tremor
which soon became a roar!
Items fell from around the ancient parish church
books magazines pews tipped
then above their heads the large cross crashed
in front of them staying upright
the face of Christ was at their eye level glowing
at that moment faith flowing!
Everything went still a calm was now restored
standing in unison they hugged
the vicar made his way to the door opening it
walking into the chilly air
a layer of white clouds covered the blue sky
he raised his arms up high!
He could heard a soft voice calling out for help
looking around the headstones
saw lots of scorch marks then nothing else
then the young woman
who had been butchered found sat on a seat
clothed but with bare feet!
She smiled brightly as her friend approached
faded into the surroundings
they all had witnessed this wonderful sight
a bond between them grown
they left in peace promising to come back
with her family and memorial plaque!
The vicar watched them go united in reverence
what they had experienced was intense!
Their lives had been changed forever!
The Foureyed Poet.