Synthetic Beings!

They were warned but of course never listened

that to develop synthetic beings

could lead to mankind becoming an obsolete item

scientist full of self-gratification

resolute to create artificial intelligence proceeded

telling us they were needed!

 

Excitement mounting as they became more human

made to move and act like us

even more terrifying able to think much quicker

and retain endless knowledge

they can surpass even the cleverest scientific brain

allowing this how insane!

 

Certainly not long before they were integrated

into an unstable society

very short lived the synthetic beings accepted

there was suspicion and dread

initially invented for a subservient role at first

soon their kind we did curse!

 

Able to live with repairs forever no human mess

this creation of mankind

soon treating humans as inferior co-habitants

upon a planet they once ruled

outcast and unwanted now the wars had begun

few living when the fighting was done!

 

Too rapid for counter measures we took their place

our own creation to the death had to face!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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New Beginning!

For the parents and five girls of varying ages

this was the chance for a new start

in a different location far away from the city

where their eldest had problems

claiming the house was haunted by a spirit

so would not stay within it!

 

Managed to get into trouble and arrested

eventually having a breakdown

at seventeen needed psychiatric support

ending in a mental asylum

realised their daughter would not return

having little money a concern!

 

There was no choice when their youngest saw

unseen by them girls running around

and a woman in her room standing screaming

the decision was made to leave

having one disturbed girl was enough not two

nothing else they could do

 

On the internet this house seemed to appeal

cheap needing some work

a bargain not to be missed the family agreed

mum and dad looked alone

with no choice this was all they could afford

nothing wrong the agent assured!

 

Their new home was a long way from the last

and the light was fading on arrival

it took some time to pick their eldest child up

from the hospital’s psychiatric wing

darkness had fallen when they entered within

unaware it was a house of sin!

 

Everybody was too tired to feel any concern

settling in the lounge together

sleeping bags their beds for this one night

though it was a restless sleep

not because of  it being a strange new dwelling

there were sounds like pitiful yelling!

 

Before dawn the eldest Rebecca was a awoken

by a whisper in her ear so clear

half asleep saw a girl of similar age stood there

thin and pale and beckoning

as if wanting her to follow but she tripped falling

yet still heard a voice calling!

 

The noise woke the family and the girl had gone

and now no pleading voice

said nothing in case it was assumed a relapse

she knew that it was a ghost

since she was very young she could see the dead

experts said she was mad instead!

 

Now Rebecca accepted it was a gift that felt a curse

the only other who understood

was her youngest sister Amy she to often saw them

said they were her imaginary friends

but the ones Rebecca saw were more malevolent

unable to rest because of their torment!

 

Thinking it had quietened down since being in care

was not happy to see them here

realising there was a danger but what was unclear

for the rest of the day brooded

except Amy nobody knew the house was harmful

possessed by a being nasty and cruel!

 

The area looked pleasant but evil still remained

she could see hanging women

on trees outside men dragging them from inside

by the evening she was scared

dad was starting a new job the very next day

knowing none of them should stay!

 

In their bedrooms saw the shadow beings moving

she had to get her siblings out

young Amy now held her hand tightly frightened

with the overwhelming presence

of violence at any possible moment she had to act

but had no idea about tact .

 

Her parents were use to her in uncontrollable rages

but now confident was in control

told Amy to wait outside she ran up the stairs

helping the other sisters down

then started screaming to get mum and dad riled

and out before they were all defiled!

 

Opening the door startled Rebecca they followed her

both being naturally concerned

rushing into the garden was surprised to see them all

at that moment there was a flash

just the two saw faces at the window then the blaze

the family stared helplessly in a daze!

 

But they were all alive! But was it over?

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Drift Wood!

A walk along the beach was where it began

the tide was rolling in.

On holiday in an area steeped in mystery

and maritime legends.

I found what to me seemed just drift wood

with bare feet on it stood.

 

Smooth and well-worn by the sand and sea

curious picked it up.

A name had been etched into the surface

this drew my  attention.

It read The Rising Sun to what did it belong

vibrating something was wrong!

 

Made my hand tingle put it in my tee-shirt

then back to my rented place.

Eager to search and find more information

certain there was more.

Not any piece of flotsam and jetsam here

maybe sunken treasure near!

 

Back home unwrapped this unique drift wood

that still dripped water.

Thought I had dried the excessive moisture

placed it by the computer.

Excitement welled searching for the name

at first seemed a fun game.

 

Finding the reference to a sunken pirate ship

discovering it was a cursed ship!

Came upon the screen in stark bold letters

showing a life-like drawing.

Depicting what it may have looked in battle

a noise it started to rattle!

 

Becoming unstable then crashing to the floor

as if knocked off in anger!

But nobody else was with me in the room

edgy but determined to read on.

Whoever touched anything from that ship 

would be on a hell bound trip!

 

Gasping as the drift wood flew through the air

then the pointed end struck.

Piercing his beating heart falling off the chair

his eyes were soon glazed over!

Being a loner it was days before he was found

nobody had heard a sound!

 

The drift wood was not in his chest any more

a friend took it out of a draw.

 

The curse of The rising Sun had come back!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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Highway Robbery!

The moon was high and so bright a concern

for the lone masked rider.

Sitting high on his powerful and frisky horse

waiting patiently to pounce.

Out of sight of the twisty main London road

with the devil he strode!

 

This was his first robbery for the highwayman

prepared to take at any cost.

Poverty and his stubborn pride got him here

rich pickings from passengers.

All he cared about as the adrenaline circulated

how the wealthy he hated!

 

From his vantage point saw it coming at speed

holding the reins very tight.

As the coach neared he came out to confront

but it had no intention to stop.

Making his fiery steed rear violently into the air

that made him curse and swear!

 

Had the opportunity gone by his own blunder

without delay went in pursuit!

Catching up at speed he heard a shot ahead

and the stagecoach slowed.

Arriving saw another rider a pistol in hand

definitely in command!

 

Passengers were ordered out without delay

he noticed the coachman.

Was going for his flintlock he shot him first

surprised his new rival fired.

Back at him thankfully it went past his head

being to intrigued to be dead!

 

Ending up assisting taking their possessions

terrified victims left at the scene.

Racing together to make a good get away

stopping in a hidden copse.

They faced each other and wearily unmasked

in complete surprise he basked.

 

In the surreal moonlight saw a beautiful woman

sitting calmly in his vision.

This was not her first time at highway robbery

she was not from a poor family.

Her motives were for the thrill and adventure

not easy to take in for sure.

 

Yet there was no anger it was if they had to meet

a bond grew from there on.

And a love that would overcome every barrier

for many years to come.

Though with no illusions their alliance could end

but together would transcend!

 

What happened to them is another tale to tell.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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