Painting!

That large painting on his aunts faded wallpaper

always made him shudder

the realistic depiction of the burning of witches

seemed to him so vivid

those flames flickering he actually felt the heat

glad when from there did retreat!

 

That day came when his beloved aunty passed

family he rarely ever saw

gathered with him at the funeral to say farewell

and after once more parted

a few weeks later he received an official letter

this did not make him feel better!

 

His dearly departed aunt had left him the painting

his body went from hot to cold

in bold letters being delivered by a courier firm

two days from the present

had that trapped no way out nagging emotion

what would happen had no notion!

 

A message had been sent with a time of arrival

growing the intensity of fear

at midday his breath was becoming laboured

as the door bell chimed

dread had built up within his heart and soul

just the thought taking its toll!

 

There before him was the large rapped parcel

taking and signing for his legacy

reluctantly brought it in to his once safe haven

no intention of hanging on his wall

placed in the attic hoping to overcome his dread

trying to hang onto his sanity thread!

 

The first night had a nightmare about witches

they were surrounding his bed

woke up crying out could not rest anymore

bangs came from the ceiling above

had to leave went for a walk never felt alone

the evil seed had been sown!

 

Reluctant to go back even to his own house

yet there was a compulsion

could no way resist headed a familiar path

entered for the last time

to the spot where the package was placed

took off the cover the canvas faced!

 

Before him it came alive hearing crackling fire

chanting voices overpowering

tried to retreat from this grotesque scene

knowing this was his fate

they came out into this world he the sacrifice

to enter our dimension their device!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Tearful Parting!

In her tear filled eyes it could be seen

the anxiety of his parting.

Overwhelming this she couldn’t hide

a future without him foreseen!

To both visible emotion building inside

that neither could hide!

 

In his uniform no prouder wife around

preparing to part with his unit.

A six month tour fraught with danger

not alone in these fears!

With that one last farewell tender kiss

they could never miss.

 

This was his third tour would the  luck last

each harder to accept.

That nagging thought would he come back

yet he wanted to go!.

With great composure the children waved

any bad thoughts he staved!

 

It hurt that last wave and tearful parting

from this mission didn’t return!

They knew but words couldn’t express

remembering that last caress.

 

The family was reunited once more

when he was carried home!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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