Occult History!

Being at university was such an achievement

all the studying had paid off

even got her first choice it snapped into place

to study her chosen subject

occult history feeling she had been born before

was desperate to learn more!

 

Belonged to a group many would think a cult

that did not worship God

she had mixed thoughts so had been cast out

wanting to research herself

knew she had powers was able to communicate

with the unseen and translate!

 

The deep-rooted awareness made her vulnerable

so consumed in her own awakening

had not anticipated a satanic cult existed here

were closing to draw her within

their established grasp as it was part of the fabric

an ancient evil and influential click!

 

Led by the principal who had ruled the teachers

students to had been gathered

even as she settled into her studies sensed trouble

this was when her true powers

began to formulate into a force for enlightenment

born to bring society into alignment!

 

At the time this was her first test to face the evil

here she met a special teacher

was selected to be a guide and spiritual mentor

not part of this embedded sect

young and susceptible not realising danger near

others would follow her path here!

 

Born to bring back love respect and peace to billions!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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The Cult!

There he sat cold cruel eyes surveying

the large group of women

who were mesmerized by his presence

absorbing every single word

head of a cult where he was their god

ruling them with an iron rod!

 

The family he liked to call his followers

lived in a fortified compound

his kingdom where he had total control

quoting from his written bible

and the original with his interpretation

for the religion of his creation!

 

Filled their minds with doomsday warnings

a fort with arms and provisions

each female was classed as his concubine

morality was set at his limits

as more young were drawn into this cult

only him did they all exalt!

 

Families at a loss on what could be done

unable to make any contact

even though their children did not listen

their thoughts under his control

encapsulated within this perilous society

that was of dubious piety!

 

The dangers clear but somehow proceeded

nothing good everybody knew

would come of  a narrow-minded philosophy

based in a country just staying

for the moment within its legal borderline

becoming harder to define!

 

Warnings signs were clearly visible to see

but ignored only death can I foresee!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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.

Encounter!

It was a compulsive sensation why I entered

that dingy little back street shop

a bell tinkled on opening the door so quaint

a thick atmosphere greeted me

filled with images of witch craft and magic

even down to a broomstick!

 

Unusual smells herbs and a pungent odour

nobody was there serving

but a faint red light was just visible to me

through a long string blind

a voice called out so faint gentle and sweet

this person I had to meet!

 

What had drawn me here to this odd vicinity

was as yet unanswered

again the voice called asking me to come back

into a room in the rear

there an attractive woman sat in the dim light

crystal ball on table an odd sight!

 

Politely asked me to sit it was an eerie feeling

told me she had been waiting

knew that I would call in at this very moment

she had to tell my fortune

as there was danger waiting for me this night

my existence was in plight!

 

Just wanted to get up and run from the encounter

yet intrigued to know more

dressed like a gypsy was beautiful but beguiling

listening as she spoke

looking at me through dark empty piercing eyes

she began truth or twisted lies?

 

Said I had come to visit a dead relatives house

met the house keeper

her daughter with whom had become friends

but  just wanted the money

left to me in her will that had not yet been read

thinking they deserved it instead!

 

But it went deeper being the base of a demonic cult

an evil entity to me had attached

listening doubting every word that she was saying

but becoming aware of a presence

behind me felt somebody was touching my back

as if being entering energy lacked!

 

She could see my expression change and knew

it’s here with you right now

objects in the room began to shake and fall

this is a powerful demon attached

for the moment only a temporary suppression

felt the rising oppression!

 

Had the strong urge to attack her right then

but she told me to drink

a liquid she had prepared I drank it down

the last memory spoken words

some hours later opened my eyes in a chair

trapped like an animal in a snare!

 

In the half-light saw a dark shape watching

the woman approached

stood in front of me said there is no choice

your violence was contained

your exorcism would begin to cast it out

you survival there is doubt!

 

So this is the dreadful point that I have reached

all my hopes could soon be gone

the old priest came near rage within rising

my body shook uncontrollably

the task began from this evil could I be freed

praying it would succeed!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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Embedded!

Embedded on an ancient stone monument

an unusual symbol was clear

though worn down with the passing of time

close to a small stone circle

there was a feeling of enchantment within

and prickling on your skin!

 

Invisible to our peripheral vision illusions

surrounded our small group

it was like a gathering of robed figures were

trapped within these boundaries

laughter wafted on air trapped in this space

centre of an ancient power base!

 

Overwhelming and wonderful but suspicious

uncertain of what we had found

cautiously moving about ancient monoliths

more symbols were clearly seen

showing wizard like figures in pointed hats

wands in hand and wide-eyed cats!

 

An ancient cult of sorcerers once gathered here

not a destructive force

but a magical supernatural presence held

for centuries in the circle

still living on in another plain of existence

for eternity the possibility immense!

 

Where it seemed to retain a spiritual purity

that each could embrace

the longer their stay the harder to leave

this energy being absorbed

long dormant emotions began to emerge

through a metaphysical surge!

 

The sense of being themselves engulfed inside

together knew they had to leave

with an enormous combined strength escaped

back into reality of  present day

in wonder knowing what they had discovered

reluctant it would be uncovered!

 

But they knew within them the change had begun!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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