Hit!

Felt that hard tap on his back and was annoyed

plenty of room for him to get by

as the man who came in only washed his hands

leaving as if it were planned

was he a victim thought it odd could not forget

over the day began to fret!

 

The spot he was hit rapidly became very sore

nausea soon overwhelmed him

became bedridden anxious as his poor condition

began to recall that encounter

with an increasing haze of a debilitating fever

in conspiracy theories a believer!

 

True had expressed his thoughts in his own blog

of events certain were staged

but until that moment never imagined the risk

would warrant a professional hit

knew nobody would accept this was the case

any evidence there would be no trace!

 

Rushed to hospital he could just make the call

doctors pondered his symptoms

within two days body weak total organ failure

on autopsy a faint mark detected

a tiny puncture wound a trace substance found

knew his life was outbound!

 

Cremated death certificate read cause undermined

but in his mind knew as he died

was another victim who came far too near the truth

trying to spread his theories

that was not within the authorities agenda to allow

he was just another fatality now!

 

Is this just another conspiracy theory or actual fact?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

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Exploded!

They were close by when the house exploded

certain somebody was within

the two teenagers ran without any thought

for their own well-being

the detached house was soon engulfed in fire

flames rapidly rising higher!

 

The heat so intense could only watch helplessly

in the distance sirens echoed

as neighbours slowly ventured out to observe

at that moment both saw

coming out of the ruins a woman unharmed

as if by magic charmed!

 

Backing away at this unbelievable encounter

this being came up to them

naked yet no sign of skin damage of any kind

stared with light blue eyes

afraid for their safety would both lives be taken

but they were mistaken!

 

Instantly becoming shrouded in a scaly cover

turned and walked away

faded until she had gone from sight both ran

unsure of what had happened

it seemed the house was a known gang base

those inside gone without a trace!

 

Neither teenager came forward as a witness

to afraid to say anything

who would believe their description anyway

but pondered the questions

who or what she was and from where came

surviving the explosion and flame?

 

More were to come each as baffling as the other!

 

What was going on?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Mr Gray’s Encounter!

He had always been fascinated with ancient buildings

especially quaint country churches

often travelling a long way to explore their structures

and delve into the historic facts

on one such adventurous journey to the countryside

his sanity he would have to decide!

 

Cycling by his attention was drawn to a church spire

he had not seen many like it

surrounded by a neat graveyard headstones in rows

musing a nice place to be buried

he even saw the priest standing by the entrance gate

then walking up the path as if late.

 

As Mr Gray approached the path he had gone inside

thinking he must speak to him later

stood back to really view the magnificent structure

and absorb the unique atmosphere

the smell of freshly cut hay enhancing his experience

he sat with no interference.

 

The bench had a plaque which read in memory of Joan

the rest of the writing had faded

Relaxed nearly fell asleep heard the noise of a door catch

that was being turned behind him

taking little notice expecting the priest to slowly pass by

nobody came he questioned why?

 

After awhile curiosity made him get up and venture inside

it was rather dark as he expected

sunlight beamed in through a large stained glassed window

over the altar in front of him

then again he saw the priest this time kneeling in prayer

of him did not seem aware!

 

So not to disturb him took a closer look at paintings

and read booklets on the history

eventually finding himself being drawn to the altar

the priest was no longer there

he certainly had not seen nor heard anybody leave

but he was not alone he did believe!

 

A deep sense of foreboding now overwhelmed him

his skin burned down his back

like claws were ripping his flesh the agony increased

and the smell of decay immense

around his body two bony hands with strips of skin

crushing his organs within!

 

Crying out for god’s mercy to save his eternal soul

in agony and despair blacked out

he awoke sitting on a pew facing the altar icy cold

staggering headed for the door

going into a shadow filled and  warm summers night

even his bicycle a wonderful sight!

 

How he got back to the guest house could not recall

needing medical help for his wounds

soon seeking answers for his most strange encounter

enquired about the village priest

local people said he had died twelve months before

nobody worshipped there any more!

 

Found dead ripped to shreds laying across the altar

it was thought devils work

what had attacked him while within this holy church

what other forces had entered

leaving with more questions than answers to ponder

something beside him did wander!

 

Mr Gray’s encounter was far from over for him!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Empty Eyes!

It was looking into those empty eyes

without any emotion

the chills it gave me I remember now

in a bar with my friend

for a quiet pleasant evening after work

interrupted by this berk!

 

Who was persistent just would not go

threatened if left alone

but with my friend did not feel so bad

eventually took the hint

wandering off where I could not care

no longer at me to stare!

 

Soon forgot that unsettling encounter

just the two of us drinking

until the last orders call I then recalled

look to see if he was about

thought how silly must be long gone

there was nothing wrong!

 

Once in the air realised I was very tipsy

need to get a taxi home

my friend was going on to a night club

as I tried to phone a cab

slowly walking down the poorly lit path

no idea of the closing wrath!

 

Halted by a crossing finally got through

needing the post for balance

heard movement from close behind me

and suddenly an arm gripped

tightly around my neck now panic set in

finding strength from within!

 

Struggling I still had my high heels on

stamped as hard as I could

hoping to catch his foot a loud yell

violently let me go falling

down on my knees quickly spinning

hoping I was winning!

 

Realising looking up it was him glaring

the man with empty eyes

trying to stand he lunged  at my dress

pulling back he missed

scrabbled to my feet I ran in the road

with menace he strode!

 

Kicking the shoes off shouting for help

from a couple passing by

they just seemed to ignore my plight

as the man caught up

lights dazzled coming directly ahead

diving it missed by a thread!

 

As I fell on the pavement there was a thud

tyres were screeching

shaken wondering what had happened

the perpetrator was hit

by a taxi staring at him in utter disbelief

but filled with such relief!

 

It was the taxi that had come to pick me up

the man with the empty eyes

never regained consciousness I heard later

justice you could say was done

luck maybe a guardian angels intervention

are possibilities in contention!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

The Lady!

The lady seemed natural when first seeing her

very attractive wanted to speak

that anything was abnormal did not occur

my knees felt weak

was far too old but was flattered she smiled

though never went wild!

 

Never spoke to her on that encounter so brief

drawn to the pendent

around that long pale neck shaped like a leaf

then I had no intent

years flew by then one evening there she was

that beauty gave me a buzz!

 

Again was attracted to her presence she spoke

aging my emotions stirred

with a hypnotic voice my inhibitions broke

only those sounds heard

it was if we had known each other forever

not wanting to part never!

 

Began to realise she was not of the living kind

not as young as she looked

our future together she clearly to me outlined

on this vampire was hooked

we grew closer it felt natural to be turned

to be with her always yearned!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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