Camp Fire!

On that chilly cold moonlit autumn night

friends sat by a camp fire

to keep warm and tell ghost stories

the lads full of male bravado

natural sounds amplifying the mood

the language loud and crude!

 

The group of five now eagerly waited

for Tom the eldest to start

then a distant flash of light lit his face

showing a monstrous outline

flinching backwards yelling in surprise

watching with suspicious eyes!

 

In a quiet voice his macabre tale began

five years ago on holiday

with my parents and younger brother

decided to explore a cave

over slippery and sharp rocks we scaled

at the entrance exhausted exhaled!

 

Outside of the cave  hot with a sea breeze

but within dark and menacing

both faltered being reluctant to venture in

not wanting to be called scared

into the natural chamber we ran side by side

footsteps echoing it was ebb tide.

 

Unaware of time wandered into the unknown

deeper bats were flying around

my brother wanted to leave to me adventure

there was a sound like moaning

in the dim light movement a few feet ahead

of course I had to onward tread!

 

My brother froze afraid to come with me

a few paces on there stood

what looked like a skeleton dressed in rags

coming towards me then vanish

turned grabbed my brother and we ran fast

on the cave wall a shadow cast!

 

It was not ours the sunlight did not come within

but now it was flood tide

the water was rising higher making it a hazard

cutting ourselves on the rocks

being afraid the monster would follow us back

our courage now did lack!

 

Our parents more concerned about our injuries

so no mention of our fright

a wolf  howled on cue as he gave a final evil laugh

the only other willing to tell

was Jack the youngest amongst them at seventeen

who was chirpy and  keen!

 

As he said his first words the wood sparked loudly

and a flame shot in the air

a sudden noise nearby made his voice quiver

last year while out walking

on my own after a heated row with my girlfriend

wanting our relationship to end!

 

Saw a car ahead on fire as I drew near exploded

glancing inside there was a body

nearby an injured woman lay semi conscious

carefully checked how she was

then called for urgent assistance to the spot

moving her from the car it was hot!

 

They soon arrived and I went to guide them

but as the ambulance stopped

the crew got out and asked what was wrong

in disbelief said about the car

both looked puzzled following their gaze

nothing was there but a faint haze!

 

Abruptly stopping as there was like footsteps

yet nothing visible the fire went out

one week later a search party found the five

four were pronounced dead

a faint groan was heard from one Jack

he was rushed quickly back!

 

It seemed the other four had died of fright

what had done this during the night!

 

Jack never woke up again to tell them!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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The Quiet Coven!

The five young women sat at the table

not wearing tall pointed hats

or cloaks they were not gnarled hags

the witches were in disguise

no indications there was no way to tell

here to conjure up a spell!

 

All blending in with their surroundings

certain nobody was aware

looking beautiful not showing their age

from ancient times spawn

sat in a huddle centred on their ground

the intentions were profound!

 

Very comfortable in these violent times

manipulating adding to chaos

soon their circle was again complete

now in a different dimension

reclaiming this sacred site of evil deeds

able to fulfill the devils needs!

 

Within this zone their true forms revealed

unchecked evil spells recited

the world already in turmoil and torment

wanting to seal human fate

yet therein the brewing caldron of darkness

a being of good did caress!

 

Like tales of mighty battles of good and evil

it came to face witches of hell

from a place of light goodness eternal peace

invading their unholy domain

with a cosmic intensity of uncorrupted light

freeing mankind from this plight!

 

Unknown to the billions of living human kind

this time righteousness was defined!

 

But the battle rages on all around us!

 

The quiet coven would be back!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Five!

The small car was alone on the long highway

dawn was warm and dry.

Nothing seemed wrong maybe their speed

five young people within.

Were they chatting or tired after being out

what happened there’s doubt!

 

The teenager driving was she being distracted

by her friend beside her?

Causing the car to swerve down into the ditch

through bushes and trees?

Rolling several times then back on the wheels

for answers there’d been appeals!

 

But only one external witness saw it disappear

as he passed the other way!

Leaving two deceased and three critically hurt

waiting for a survivor to wake.

Hopefully able to solve this dreadful mystery

this was a real perplexity!

 

No skids marks detected did they fall asleep

three in the back seat.

A factor this was a four seater automobile

also other motorists had said.

That a figure walked in front them at this spot

the police thought it a long shot!

 

So the wait and anguish goes on for the families

to find out what happened.

As that air of helplessness hovers over the area

and they mourn their kids.

Hoping it will be solved for peace of mind

their children always in their mind.

 

May they rest in peace.

 

The Fouryed Poet.