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.

 

 

 

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The Cult!

There he sat cold cruel eyes surveying

the large group of women

who were mesmerized by his presence

absorbing every single word

head of a cult where he was their god

ruling them with an iron rod!

 

The family he liked to call his followers

lived in a fortified compound

his kingdom where he had total control

quoting from his written bible

and the original with his interpretation

for the religion of his creation!

 

Filled their minds with doomsday warnings

a fort with arms and provisions

each female was classed as his concubine

morality was set at his limits

as more young were drawn into this cult

only him did they all exalt!

 

Families at a loss on what could be done

unable to make any contact

even though their children did not listen

their thoughts under his control

encapsulated within this perilous society

that was of dubious piety!

 

The dangers clear but somehow proceeded

nothing good everybody knew

would come of  a narrow-minded philosophy

based in a country just staying

for the moment within its legal borderline

becoming harder to define!

 

Warnings signs were clearly visible to see

but ignored only death can I foresee!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Nuclear Tests!

Each tree trembled from an unnatural vibration

in front the shortcut grass

at first glance seemed empty no humans around

but a rhythmic rustling sound

the grass no longer green as millions of worms

covered it like visible germs!

 

Normally filled with families happily playing

but darkness made them leave

a vast area near wide barren desert plains

unknown to most as a test site

for  nuclear experiments decades in the past

soon repercussions would be cast!

 

Radiation had seeped down to the sandy base

and preserved fertile soil

part of plans to research radio-active fallout

yet failed to realise consequences

worms absorbing the lethal product mutating

a disaster in the making!

 

From their natural state transformed rapidly

into flesh-eating creatures

searching for prey surfacing on the grassland

sensing it was nearby

as the park rangers unwittingly approached

as on deadly ground encroached!

 

No indication as they walked to their demise

just empty bloody uniforms

slithering on until the dawn leaving a gory trail

as visitors came to find

the area cordoned off as scientists investigated

and cause of the horror deliberated!

 

The mutated worms had gone back below ground

to the cool and darkness

not until the next night would the slaughter begin

their time slot was short

in solving the abomination they unwittingly created

before it truly escalated!

 

The hours were ticking by as the night was upon them!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Club!

The club was built on a slaughter-house site

where death was embedded

in eighteen twenty-one the hauntings began

soon as the wooden structure

opened for business visitors felt the chill

many became violently ill!

 

Voices were heard flies often filled the air

nobody understood why

did tainted blood washed down the well

on the ancient burial ground

cause the disturbances in the night spot

did it cause a man to be shot?

 

Before long more murders took place inside

some put down to drink

others were not se easy to find the reasons

in the twenties booze was band

in america prohibition was being enforced

by the feds strictly endorsed!

 

Violence escalated as gangsters profits grew

those opposing disappeared

eventually it was forced to close left empty

used by squatters and worse

devil worshippers found it ideal for rituals

breaking every holy rule!

 

It remained like this until the nineteen eighties

when a musician a venue

refitted it to his own country music design

the first manager it was said

became possessed by an entity in torment died

sinister shadows roamed inside!

 

Female screams often chilled many party goers

flying glasses and furniture

that moved without any human intervention

began to give the establishment

the wrong publicity the owner and staff wanted

soon with ghost hunters confronted!

 

Now to this day paranormal groups are certain

the activity is credibly real

has not diminished within spirits and demons

are there resident inside

one of the most haunted dwellings it is said

that fills most visitors with dread!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Fair maiden

Fair maiden walking by my side

together we chatter I cannot hide

our feelings of love my miss Jane

from blushing it is hard to refrain

sunny strolling on a path of stone

the two of us are happy alone.

 

Cherished hours united we share

the time is short both are aware

soon I must return to the war

a chance I may return no more

my king and country I am loyal

to protect our liberty and our soil.

 

Fair maiden here with you I pray

to be back for our wedding day

if this is not truly meant to be

my love this day remember me

not in a mud filled putrid trench

with comrades and human stench!

 

Never forget those  lives cut short

freedom for all is why we fought!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Red Eyes!

It was a quiet restaurant as they entered

for a pleasant meal

first chance since the birth of their son

like a celebration

a sense of achievement being parents

to them so immense.

 

A waiter guided them to a corner table

good being out

her mum happily agreeing to babysit

first grandchild

both noticed an elderly man staring

like red eyes glaring!

 

Trying to ignore his growing presence

but could not

an evening spoilt as his eyes watched

piercing our minds

staff seemed oblivious to him there

sitting in the chair!

 

Called over the waiter to settle their bill

enquired quietly

who was the elderly figure by the door

with burning glare

he only saw just an empty table and chair

nobody there  to stare!

 

Pressing to get even more information

he reluctantly said

long ago there was a funeral parlour here

answering no more

backed quickly away as they went to exit

there he did sit!

 

Out side the atmosphere was far better

yet he still stared

now laughing his face became distorted

then he evaporated

no more did he sit shrivelled and dark

leaving a memory stark!

 

What lay in  the history of this building

why only them

had witnessed such a freakish evil being

filled with revulsion

headed home to be with their newborn

their beliefs now torn!

 

Their lives forever filled with a growing terror!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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