Started!

Started like any other weekend with three mates

worked hard in the week

so why not have fun when your work was done

met in the town centre

just after ten in the evening at their favourite bar

after that the night became bazaar!

 

Music loud the booze flowed and they all flirted

with the girls behind the bar

until a stunning woman came over for a chat

as she mesmerized the trio

at the beginning friendly and macho chitchat

thinking she was a pussy cat!

 

But the rivalry began as jealousy was exhibited

she was enjoying teasing them

this was when she offered the small purple pills

they assumed she was a dealer

but alcohol had muddled their thought process

took them as over her did obsess!

 

At some point walked away her task completed

the chemicals quickly acted

his mates collapsed onto the crowded dance floor

medical help called but too late

both had a seizure their life forces ceased to exist

their destruction could not resist!

 

Somehow he managed to leave once in the air fell

unconscious on the littered street

everybody walked around this drunken reveller

as he found himself in a field

relaxed with no head ache on a bright sunny day

with the smell of fresh-cut hay!

 

No noise of music or lights or that crowded bar

his last clear memory

seemed real how had he been transported here

confused stood upon the field

as towards him a familiar female now appeared

that for some reason feared!

 

She spoke coming up closely to his surprised face

glad you survived my potion

into my world you are the one I want to share

her face changed to a grotesque mask

she exposed fangs bit into his neck felt the pain

the adrenaline filled his brain!

 

Darkness then flashing blinding colours erupted

screaming violently thrashing about

awoke with a jolt in a fast food outlet dazed

opposite the woman sat staring

two coffees on the grubby table gripped his hand

was this a permanent dreamland?

 

Drink your coffee its time for us to hunt and feed!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Faith!

That single moment changed his life forever

there on his second tour of duty

thought he was hardened to atrocities of war

even when facing his own death

another demolished village came up ahead

more wounded and many dead!

 

On the road came upon a woman crouching

holding a man’s lifeless body

two small children wandering dazed and  lost

each cried with endless tears

looking down in body armour and loaded gun

under the searing heat of the sun!

 

Feeling himself overwhelmed with the scene

had not been to church for years

his faith was now being tested himself a father

a beautiful wife waiting at home

safe away from such brutality of this warfare

their torment for a time did share!

 

Made him confront his own vulnerability and belief

feeling that overwhelming grief!

 

Then became a soldier once more and moved on!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Meant To Be!

It was meant to be pleasant day away together

as the couple set off.

Cloudy at first but sunny as they arrived

at a quiet country destination.

Taking with them a rug and picnic hamper

like kids did scamper.

 

Losing themselves as time was not relevant

as the temperature rose.

Sat for lunch under a clump of bushes

no breeze and secluded.

It felt so good chatting there unmolested

together completely rested.

 

Unaware of their surroundings or the man

walking across the field.

Until he stood watching and pointing a gun

innocently they  turned.

As he fired the musket for the end prepared

jointly the moment shared!

 

Nothing happened before he disappeared

gathering their things fled!

Brought to an abrupt halt their path blocked

strangely dressed men waited.

A haze formed they menacingly approached

on the their sanity encroached!

 

Oddly there was no sound only visually vivid

overwhelming their minds!

Jumping to the left sliding down a bank

into a patch of stinging nettles.

Scrambled back up but nothing to be seen

just the track and lots of green!

 

Now disorientated and confused stumbled on

eventually finding their car.

Gasping for breath sitting completely dazed

a park ranger came concerned.

When they explained their awful experience

that to them was immense!

 

He listened carefully before telling them both

this was a sight of battles long ago!

They were two of only a few who had witnessed

the ghosts of the fallen.

Young soldiers cut down during the civil war

images lingering forever raw!

 

To scared to go back no words could they say

just had to get away!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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