Unholy Beasts!

The vicar stood at the entrance to his church

was confronted by the body

of a woman a cross had pierced her heart

he did not recognise her

the silver cross he knew was from the altar

his faith did briefly falter!

 

He was sure only half an hour ago he saw it

checked within it had gone

tried to phone the authorities really shaken

the phone line only crackled

returned the body was no longer laying there

at the blood could only stare!

 

The sun beat down as the church clock chimed

striking twelve midday

looked around at the many neat rows of graves

something caught his eye

bravely walking towards this small object

nearing it stood erect!

 

Looked like a gargoyle an ancient inhuman beast

the female body lay torn apart

the silver cross flung aside blood spattered

retreating it sped away

from this position he could see many more

an infestation could not ignore!

 

Tightly holding his bible he had been carrying

went into the sanctuary

of his church slamming forcefully the oak door

heard quiet  gentle talking

a couple sat admiring the carvings unconcerned

as he approached turned!

 

Smiling as a young woman joined them worried

her friend she could not find

the vicar heard what she said regrettably knew

where had they come from

high-pitched screeching spoilt the tranquillity

as he felt the encroaching hostility!

 

Remembering work had just started on the crypt

in the basement of the church

why did they leave him alone could not figure

the family stood disturbed

would have to tell them the truth and confide

what was massing outside!

 

Whatever these abominable manifestations were

there seemed no escape

tears were heavy at hearing a friend had expired

noise increased panic grew

clear they could not cross the church’s holy line

he needed a divine sign!

 

Were these sent here from satan’s nefarious domain

before the simple altar he prayed

afraid this was the beginning of man’s final stand

the family knelt in veneration

at the same moment each felt the slight tremor

which soon became a roar!

 

Items fell from around the ancient parish church

books magazines pews tipped

then above their heads the large cross crashed

in front of them staying upright

the face of Christ was at their eye level glowing

at that moment faith flowing!

 

Everything went still a calm was now restored

standing in unison they hugged

the vicar made his way to the door opening it

walking into the chilly air

a layer of white clouds covered the blue sky

he raised his arms up high!

 

He could heard a soft voice calling out for help

looking around the headstones

saw lots of scorch marks then nothing else

then the young woman

who had been butchered found sat on a seat

clothed but with bare feet!

 

She smiled brightly as her friend approached

faded into the surroundings

they all had witnessed this wonderful sight

a bond between them grown

they left in peace promising to come back

with her family and memorial plaque!

 

The vicar watched them go united in reverence

what they had experienced was intense!

 

Their lives had been changed forever!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

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The Question!

That question pounds in my brain

why did I not act sooner

that odd scruffy man walked by me

but why would I suspect

that he had just shot my only friend

not being there to defend!

 

Will never lose that awful first glimpse

turning into his front gate

he was lying motionless we had talked

only a few minute before

no detectable raised tone in his speech

to my trusting ears did reach!

 

What struck me was how quiet and empty

the houses and street

being early morning residents must be in

surely there would be noise

arousing suspicions of this terrible event

an act of criminal intent!

 

That moment the police arrived escapes me

must have been in shock

not able to comprehend who would do it

but even then it looked

a well organised killing the only witness

myself adding to the stress!

 

Even at that early stage it had to be a hit

though this was absurd

how was this possible just working lads

but maybe I was not privy

to every secret of my childhood friend

hidden events in the end?

 

Gave the vague description of the suspect

to the detective inspector

who seemed unimpressed at the photo fit

nothing else could be added

later assisted the family to bury their son

something that had to be done!

 

Ten years on the  question always remains

why did I not act sooner

though as far as the evidence was gathered

the only explanation found

it was professionally planned and executed

this was no longer disputed!

 

But no motive has yet been discovered!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

A Windy Morn!

It seemed so fitting a windy morn

saying goodbye to a friend

the draped coffin looked splendid

always kind words a smile

for him nothing bad ever said

he leaves a void instead.

 

For us all that moment will arrive

many avenues we tread

an allotted journey for each to face

reflecting on our time

some the trip is short full of pain

unable to take life’s strain!

 

Do we have a measured lifespan

when reached expire

joining our family’s in a heaven

souls reincarnated again

maybe ascend for infinity in space

part of natures atoms race!

 

Creating the ever-expanding universe

one day we each will know the truth!

 

Or is there simply nothing?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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His Secret!

He had been thrown out at fifteen his secret

by parents who were always high

never knew love of a family always a loner

had a sister he tried to protect

his haunted vision of her always crying

yet like him always defying!

 

Within knew she would survive their cruelty

what else could she now do

nobody ever came to help them get free

his will to live was ebbing

worrying about his sister afraid to go back

the education he did lack!

 

Ended up begging on the street humiliated

on a day when he felt like dying

a dog wandered aimlessly lost passed him

turned and came slowly back

laying whimpering with sad eyes at his side

for the first time in years cried!

 

This scruffy bag of bones and fur needed help

neglected and desperate

identifying his situation with this new friend

now with a purpose in life

that emptiness was not so intense anymore

had to pick himself off the floor!

 

Giving him courage and confidence to mature

named the dog Thor

because he had given him strength and courage

to become a man from the boy

proud to have a loyal companion as he paced

knowing the parents had to be faced!”

 

Settled in a flat of his own and now employed

the inevitable had to be done

ringing the bell still scared him wanting to run

a young woman opened the door

his sister recognised him hugging so tight

filled with such delight!

 

This was when he learned the parents had died

she had tried to find her brother

knew they would meet again and be together

welcoming him and Thor

into a now happy home the passed left behind

their future clearly defined!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Revenge!

Revenge for her parents death the drive

that became her passion.

The story began when she was a  child

witnessing their killing!

Every detail taken in by her big eyes

to get the killer the prize!

 

Seventeen years painfully trickled by her

becoming an assassin.

As the hatred coursed through her veins

revenge drove her on!

Though wanting to seek the love she craved

retribution on her soul engraved!

 

She had found a man making it complicated

her fine tuning distorted.

This new friend had found her mobile phone

saving her photo image.

Trying to find out about this mystery female

allowing others to find her trail.

 

Gangs had lost foot soldiers to her expertise

who acted like a shadow!

For the first time had to be far more aware

her parents murderer alerted.

The last pages of her diary soon completed

could this evil be defeated?

 

Knowing he would catch up with her soon

she prepared to strike first.

Entering his mansion in a covert manner

dispatching silently his crew.

Until he was there without support alone

recognising his arrogant  tone.

 

From a hidden point confronted head on

glaring with an evil stare.

Going to fire the gun held in sweaty hand

diving found a hidden weapon!

A bullet went right through her shoulder

he was quick though much older.

 

Her shot caught him in a main thigh artery

shattering the femur to!

There before her the man she hated so much

was now at her mercy.

She had prayed for years to see him die

openly then she did cry!

 

One more deep breath she shot him in the head

cruelly on his face a smile as he lay dead!

 

knowing she would be a target vanished from sight!

revenge in the end did not feel right!

 

The Foureyed Poet

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As He Spoke!

Pulling her hand sharply away as he spoke

realising it wasn’t a joke.

Not the words that she wanted to hear

his love faded it was clear.

What really hurt he’d fallen for her friend

on whom thought could depend!

 

It should have been a night to celebrate

turned into a night of hate!

Without any idea of this cruel deceit

just wanted to get out that seat.

They had even got engaged a month ago

why she wanted to know.

 

Disgusted realised there was little point

they were no longer joint.

Cheated upon by those she trusted most

the bond now burnt toast!

Got up and walked away hiding that pain

had her dignity to maintain!

 

Determined to move on into a new life!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Rods Friend Or Foe?

What is around us that cannot be seen

as our sight has such a limited vision.

We are arrogant to think we are alone

a concept difficult for us to comprehend.

Do life forms called Rods occupy space

here on earth is it also their home base?

Moving rapidly we  are unable to see them

only on camcorders and fast shuttered cameras

Are they of this earth or of alien origin

it is claimed they can fly in outer space

In and out of tornadoes even storm clouds

freely in the forests and amongst the crowds.

Some reckon they are merely birds or insects

though the shapes plainly do not match.

None to date have actually been caught

nor communication between us made.

The origins of these beings is an enigma

mystical and elusive raising that mystery bar

What forces encompass us that we do not know

are they real if yes are they friend or foe?

The Foureyed Poet.

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So Close!

In my mind its wonderful when we meet

so close to you I deeply feel

our flirtatious banter is always a treat

secretly having that tender appeal!

 

But know it is only within my lonely mind

an imaginary female friend that’s all

so perfect thoughtful gentle and very kind

there when others ignore my call!

 

In the silence you comfort me from fear

raise my spirits halting even one tear

giving me the will to live yet another day

keeping that dark depression at bay!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

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