Shutters!

From within the rickety building stared out

through the rotting wooden shutters

chained to rusting bed with dirty mattress

her cries ignored how did she get here

out with friends this was all she could recall

until the darkness did fall!

 

Heard something was in the room with her

scurrying around please not a rat

this thought more  scary at that moment

than why she had been abducted

the party dress still on so carefully chosen

of only petite build was frozen!

 

A tin bowl was close by guessed for peeing

a bottle of water also there

numbed with fear could only sit helplessly

wondering what could happen

as the dirty mattress dipped behind her

then felt what seemed like soft fur!

 

A large black cat laid down by her purring

unfazed at the dank surroundings

now certain there was a person crouching

in the dark corner of the room

screamed as loudly as she could so weak

stopping when a voice did speak!

 

Soft so very faint it was a young female

like herself she was not alone

but almost immediately nothing there

surely it was real lord please

but no whatever it was had now gone

for her family did so long!

 

A further shock immediately threw her

went to look down at the cat

not there anymore never saw it move

as the dark engulfed the room

helplessness gnawed at her whole being

as things that were not there seeing!

 

Sound of heavy footsteps and door opening

was confronted by a tall shape

another ghost demon or just imagination

but a tight grip on her arms

knew a real human beast stood before her

placed tray on bed but did not confer!

 

Masked she froze petrified did not touch

appeared to check locks then left

lack of even a spoken word was too much

gasping for breath from the corner

a young girl pale long black straggly hair

came towards her with a blank stare!

 

Though a touch like ice it was comforting

she could feel somebody close

that stopped her going completely insane

soon falling asleep exhausted

was awoken by shouting and commotion

startled became filled with emotion!

 

First words heard Thank God you’re safe

as an uniformed officer came over

quickly removed from this squalid scene

after medical checks went home

her concerned parents hugging her so tight

as she recalled that awful night!

 

kept telling them it was the young girls help

staying close that kept her alive

at the time did not tell what they both knew

a skeleton was found another victim

had been there a long time the police had said

several more around the property laid!

 

Nobody believed her the girl was never found

nor this mysterious cat ever seen around!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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The Sun!

The sun disappeared from our site that day

objects had been reported

over every country creating mega shadows

on a scale never before seen

for some weeks temporally masking its rays

turning day into a permanent night

as the people feared the awaited elimination

of its said God’s own creation!

 

But for a while the skies cleared as we watched

confused at the true nature

of the objects that added to the odd formations

that filled the once virgin skies

everybody expected the earth to finally crumble

but there was an uneasy quell

with endless instability of wars and darkness

where evil ruled gone was holiness!

 

Then the overdue eruption of the huge volcano

that lay below the country park

sent clouds of ash and debris into the atmosphere

the endless night became reality

the slow deterioration of civilisation began to bite

the rich lived deep underground

on the surface the dwindling population struggled

their minds with pollution muddled!

 

Yet we knew there were unseen creatures here

as if the environment had been altered

for another race as we choked rapidly depleting

monsters were taking our young

as we now feared demons were not mythological

and our once beautiful mother earth

had become a true hell nothing good survived

humanity of innocents and love deprived!

 

FOREVER!

 

Another Conspiracy Theory?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

The Year!

The year could be any that we may remember

the increasing violence a way of life

caused by mankind’s hand and natures power

conflicts refuges from far-flung shores

as armies invaded increasingly country borders

a new president adding to the mix

with discourse expanding throughout society

heightened that loss of security

surveillance being taken to paranoid extremes

unknown forces facing humanity

with only the few living in debauched luxury

more failed to cope with surviving

depression and suicide alarmingly escalating

new year hangovers remained the year

ahead lay uncertainty of humanities true path

as that darkness gripped the soul

a confusion had tightly entwined itself around

our chemical makeup as genders merged

evil became the way of thinking

suspicion of each other like a sickness spread

leaving too many innocent dead

media outlets given scripted news for us to view

most of it later discovered untrue

reality becoming a 3D game all were consumed

the right of the individual forever doomed!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Death!

Felt the shot just a little pain

saw him there gazing

yet had no fear to sustain

my life began fazing

darkness followed like a veil

into death did sail!

 

Familiar voices they comforted

without a sense of dread

visions of my past reconstructed

formed like a woven thread

being within this timeless zone

stillness in the unknown!

 

Wars deception endless carnage gone

that longed for tranquility

affected by life’s endless marathon

years of passionate futility

of bills threats or toiling to survive

now no longer alive!

 

That cycle had ended forever!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Squatted!

She squatted in the corner of the cell

alone here in her dark mood

certain in the gloom was not alone

accused of multiple homicides

knowing these charges were just lies

as around buzzed the flies!

 

She was the babysitter nothing more

had looked after them before

needed the money surely not a crime

the children were frightened

said the nasty man lived up in the attic

thought kids were over dramatic!

 

Had heard odd noises while there before

took no notice of their pleas

to stay near their bedrooms that night

wanted to text her boyfriend

the only interest filling her young mind

to the police officer defined!

 

When she told them the lights went out

cell phone signal was lost

in the darkness that ensued she saw it

a monster with a horrible face

the eye sockets were just blackness

filling her full of emptiness!

 

For a split second then all seemed well

until noises from upstairs

but invisible hands threw her back down

furniture moved all around

as the parents came into this disturbance

desperately trying to make a stance!

 

Knives came out of thin air stabbing at them

she could only watch as objects hit

had to get out of that madhouse to stay alive

crashing through a window

for a few moments heard the children’s cries

dazed saw the thing behind them

could only run but something was following

soon within felt the clawing!

 

Terrified beyond belief ran until she collapsed

ending on the police station steps

taken inside could only yell out the address

soon the horrific scene was found

soon she had become their prime suspect

her fragmented story did reject!

 

She fought them agitated and confused

was forcibly placed into the cell

a light above plunged her into the dark

then aware the thing was there

deep growls surrounded her frail frame

as she was thrust violently

against the cold tiled wall and to the floor

the blood from her body did pour!

 

The noise brought officers rapidly to assist

but she had passed from this life

none saw the beast fade into the shadows

as the light came on once more

the visible carnage was all they could see

unaware of the evil that would be!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Hands of Destruction!

The millions struggling to cope with life

seeking to find happiness

anyway they can in a controlling society

where violence is close by

moments of joy snatched before its taken

the innocent are forsaken!

 

The clash of different cultures is it a myth

instigated to divide us

when the people want to interact as one

sharing their friendship

not wanting to inflict such awful suffering

as humanity is stuttering!

 

Are we not the same people from all nations

hating each other by actions

taken by those we trust for our existence

to safeguard our security

but now the fear of attack has escalated

our lives too complicated!

 

What will each day bring more uncertainty

as out there evil doth prey

as the darkness engulfs unsuspecting beings

nowhere for us to go and hide

those hands of destruction grow stronger

as common sense exists no longer!

 

Let Peace Love and Cooperation be more

than hollow words to stop the war!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Forming!

From the gentle clear blue sky

it changed in an instance

angry red clouds were forming

a crescendo of loud booms

shook the ground beneath me

yet nowhere to flee!

 

No longer that peaceful haven

familiar places burnt

searing and incandescent heat

choking smoke displaced

that sweet exhilarating pure air

in the blinding glare!

 

From a tranquil picturesque scene

into an image of a hell

no warning of impending conflict

upon this scorched earth

life eradicated profuse projectiles

of deadly nuclear missiles!

 

Then darkness filled the heavens

the survivors cowered

most dying of radiation poisoning

as the cycle had started

on a human race that never learned

the ancient planet still turned!

 

Those who had instigated Armageddon

the selected few hid below

in large underground secure cities

feeling safe and detached

from the carnage upon the surface

eradication of the human race!

 

Is this another conspiracy theory?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Microwave Masts!

Unnoticed they seem to rapidly appear

tall microwave masts

increasingly placed along busy roads

like metal beacons

upon the tops of buildings and flats

where you will never find bats!

 

It is said not all are for mobile signals

but can be used as weapons

that could destroy us the people below

surely this is just one more

conspiracy theory to scare the masses

but not the upper classes!

 

What is the truth behind these stories

that forever bombard us

becoming more frightening and bizarre

as we face the never ending

hardship and uncertain future times

and growing humanitarian crimes!

 

Before us much is hidden from sight

darkness blocking the light!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Deadend!

Only bought the car a few months before

after passing the driving test

it was her first time she was so thrilled

with her friend one evening

as it was nice to have her independence

this moment was immense!

 

Nervous at excited they headed to a grill

the roads were quiet

with this was happy about driving slow

the radio on chatting

came to a narrow lane that was tree-lined

a little creepy but did not mind!

 

Put on her headlights as it was rather dark

checked rear view mirror

nobody was behind no hurry not far to go

both chilled started to sing

through her rearview mirror a van to near

from where did that appear?

 

Slowed down but stayed to close for comfort

pulled over to the verge

hitting a small tree stump as the van went by

stalling as she hit her head

the vehicle just disappeared into the distance

they sat shaken and tense!

 

Started the engine felt once more composed

nothing was now insight

drove on down the road but came to a stop

it narrowed to a small track

could go no farther posts their way blocked

they were rather shocked!

 

What happened to the van that had gone by

it never came back

darkness had fallen and they were scared

turning around found

a faded sign that read it was a deadend road

their imaginations in overload!

 

They saw a nice pub and decided they needed

to regain their serenity

once more so bought a drink and had a meal

there spoke to the locals

who were interested said others had seen it to

no hallucination it was true!

 

They left perturbed never to go that way again!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Renovations!

Once the renovations had been completed

the owner was not sure

with a history of death and devil worship

took a long time gazing

from a derelict sanatorium to smart motel

sensed it would not turn out well!

 

Warned by a group who investigated the place

said they had psychic abilities

it was not a good place to stir up the spirits

ignored their advice proceeded

many builders had gone because they said

it had filled them with dread!

 

Entered through the front door to greet staff

there with his wife by reception

due to open in another week yet were aware

of the stories of hauntings

he was uneasy as some would not come in

for any interview to even begin!

 

As they stood talking  a door shut behind them

nobody spoke their eyes met

assumed it was a builder in the small office

checking found nobody inside

knew they had to try and overcome their fear

from what maybe in here!

 

His wife stayed at reception with trepidation

he had to check the boiler room

while the two maids went to the upper floor

putting any ghostly thoughts aside

soon reaching the bottom of the narrow stairs

had the urge to say his prayers!

 

The light did not work thought he heard a sigh

in the blackness felt engulfed

fumbling to find a way back up was pushed hard

hitting the concrete step

pain and dizziness overcame him now crawling

heard his wife calling!

 

Who came running to his aid he could not move

as if being held by his legs

it became bright the light now it worked fine

shocked seeing him distressed

helping him out of his place of traumatic torment

that now left him to lament!

 

In the bedrooms neither maid had heard anything

preparing the beds for the guests

the young girl who was still at college was singing

when the closet door opened

she closed it and carried on but was open again

her composure was hard to maintain!

 

When the linen on her trolley flew in all directions

decided it was time to leave

the other maid heard her running past her room

but to busy cleaning bathroom

pleased the bath and sink were both gleaming

proud her face beaming!

 

Until she saw the girl behind her swung around

to find herself  there alone

without hesitation was running screaming loudly

soon the four found themselves

stood outside holding each other now disturbed

at what they felt seen and heard!

 

None wanted to enter knowing they were not alone

they called the investigators

realising what they had told been them was true

even on a warm day it was cold

to allow any customer within needed their support

if evil they had to thwart!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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