College!

The teenager was excited that Monday

heading to her choice of university

tears kisses and hugs from parents

she was of a nerd disposition

thrilled with a thirst for knowledge

history of the occult at college!

 

Her one desire being a parapsychologist

always had an interest in ghosts

ever since she saw a girl in her bedroom

told mum she said it was a dream

definitely knew it was real being awake

could still feel the headache!

 

Saw it many times after all over the house

always made her head throb

yet never felt threatened just very sad

was about twelve at the time

from then on heard voices in her mind

the future had been defined!

 

Kept all this from the family and friends

none of them could understand

glad at last to get away from that house

now nineteen had to find direction

compelled to this historic seat of learning

entering her stomach was churning!

 

Could not admit she had psychic abilities

early afternoon seemed quiet

surely should be busy on registration day

there was a buzz with crowds

voices bombarded her brain hard to breath

it kept repeating Macbeth!

 

Reeling then heard movement behind her

a young woman in long robe

silently came over with a chilling smile

hi Sara my names Beth

you have been eagerly expected here

everything will be made clear!

 

By eye contact she was guided into a room

without hesitation followed

as though it was natural to walk behind

this creepy young stranger

two huge doors seemed to open unaided

with singing was serenaded!

 

Candles lit the way the atmosphere heavy

hooded figures could be seen

that awareness flooded her profound mind

knew she was out of her depth

as the black-robed figures now surrounded

her petite body terror unbounded!

 

Now hands were pushing her towards what

soon became clear was an altar

the female slowly with precision turned

you have been chosen to join

our ancient secret coven by careful selection

here under our protection!

 

As she stood she was stripped and re-dressed

into a dark long red robe

on the altar lay what looked like a teenager

draped in a white gown

found herself standing with a knife in hand

none of this she planned!

 

Could not stop as the compulsion to kill surged

the knife above raised high

had no control as it plunged she screamed

all went dark then awoke

was now alone outside of this gothic facade

her thoughts no longer strayed!

 

 

Her destiny had been foretold this had to be faced

fearful for the ordeal braced!

 

Eyes watched as she really entered unable to escape!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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Grandma’s House!

She had no knowledge at all of her grandma’s life

in fact she had never met her

so surprised to find she had inherited the house

mum hated the old witch

never visited always referred to her in this way

and never went there to stay!

 

Unsure why she had been given this old house

felt compelled to visit

a part of her life that was a complete blank

down to the west country

headed alone on the train anxiety was growing

to a part of her that was unknowing!

 

Took a taxi from the station at first an adventure

a child like excitement

but as she got out and the car quickly left her

alone staring at the dwelling

bleak uncared for yet felt the need to go within

searching for answers could begin!

 

Unkempt garden bunch of rusting keys gripped

in her tiny soft hand

stood before the door found the key entered

dusty but surprisingly tidy

sensed a presence was it imagination or real

what secrets did it conceal?

 

Missed her mum who had died some years ago

told she had died of an aneurism

pulmonary could recall wished she was here

remembering she hated grandma

never gave a direct reply when asked why

too late now gave a big a sigh!

 

Wanted to leave maybe the timing was wrong

the door would not open

a sound made her turn grandma sat in a chair

seemed real how could this be

spoke in a soft tone even said she was dead

that filled the girl with dread!

 

You are home my child the coven’s chosen one

before anything more said

the image faded from view but others had come

a group of young women

surrounded the room each were dressed plain

in black from talking did refrain!

 

On a large central table an ancient thick text-book

bearing her name Abigail

felt compelled to pick it up instantly like a surge

of electricity exploded

around her petite immature body and mind

from then on she was defined!

 

No longer a child a beautiful woman now emerged

with dark penetrating eyes

embracing who she really was a powerful witch

instantly had absorbed

the knowledge of her birthright overpowering

the future before her towering!

 

Realising that her mum’s untimely end designed

as it blocked her destiny

becoming clear she had resisted the natural order

for so long filled with dismay

though with this new purpose inside a darkness

grew this began to caress!

 

The coven was complete she had fulfilled her destiny!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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The Quiet Coven!

The five young women sat at the table

not wearing tall pointed hats

or cloaks they were not gnarled hags

the witches were in disguise

no indications there was no way to tell

here to conjure up a spell!

 

All blending in with their surroundings

certain nobody was aware

looking beautiful not showing their age

from ancient times spawn

sat in a huddle centred on their ground

the intentions were profound!

 

Very comfortable in these violent times

manipulating adding to chaos

soon their circle was again complete

now in a different dimension

reclaiming this sacred site of evil deeds

able to fulfill the devils needs!

 

Within this zone their true forms revealed

unchecked evil spells recited

the world already in turmoil and torment

wanting to seal human fate

yet therein the brewing caldron of darkness

a being of good did caress!

 

Like tales of mighty battles of good and evil

it came to face witches of hell

from a place of light goodness eternal peace

invading their unholy domain

with a cosmic intensity of uncorrupted light

freeing mankind from this plight!

 

Unknown to the billions of living human kind

this time righteousness was defined!

 

But the battle rages on all around us!

 

The quiet coven would be back!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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