Foolish!

It was foolish but when you’re young

danger means having fun

the gates to the crypt were locked

a moment of guilt passed

as my entry was solved by a stone

forever would I try to atone!

 

The rusted gates noisily swung open

it was dark deathly silent

entering the crypt tripping on coffins

was most unpleasant

thinking maybe treasure was in here

should not have drunk the beer!

 

At the time had no sense of any fear

cold damp nasty odours

the adrenaline rush of an illegal act

with bare hands pushing

stone slabs annoyed at no progress

wanted to get access!

 

Fumbling in the poor light the flooring

gave way beneath my feet

instantly fell into a lower chamber

filled with putrid bodies

not fully decomposed surrounding me

still no idea how I got free!

 

Wanting to wretch covered in the slime

staggered out into the air

mortified at what had just happened

saw a grotesque face

and skeletal body in the tomb entrance

felt the instant penitence!

 

That was before running around certain

it was pursuing me

hatred was so real amongst the graves

even now years on

the presence is real it watches constantly

never more to let me be!

 

From that time on sounds heard shapes seen

nobody dared go on their own

unless in groups keeping away from the scene

or be scratched and objects thrown!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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Certain!

It was a lovely holiday they both reflected

sitting by their hotel pool

checking the photos taken the day before

one made them ponder

remembering standing by the wooden gate

a question did debate!

 

Both certain they saw nobody behind them

only fields and stone foundations

yet clearly there were two figures in view

leaning on the stone wall

their clear outline was not a pleasant sight

upon a nice scene a blight!

 

Though the wife was reluctant to retread

her husband wanted to go

first enquiring with locals in the village

who were happy to tell

the stories surrounding the isolated area

making them feel scarier!

 

Back at the gate not so relaxed as before

compared photo with view

now with stories of murder and jealousy

and with a pencil drawing

of the farm-house that once stood here

the sadness was clear!

 

Drawn to walk amongst the stone ruins

scared they may confront

the un-rested souls captured on camera

disfigured by the fire

caused by the husbands early return

who watched it burn!

 

Raged at his wife’s infidelity and betrayal

made him start the blaze

trapping the lover and wife together inside

then taking his own life

all these events to them recently told

the emotion began to unfold!

 

Their perception now strong instilling fear

moved away from the ruins

decided to take more photos of the scene

on viewing they saw

them again both close enough to touch

burnt for them too much!

 

Arriving at the gate scrambled quickly over

smell of smoke strong

caught in a moment beyond comprehension

knew they had to break away

as the actions of that day long ago replayed

their own sanity frayed!

 

Falling exhausted on the ground realising

they were nearly possessed

by a lingering evil and oppressive force

locked in an embrace

left the area keeping the photos to show

others an explanation may know!

 

But unknown to them the entities went to

from then on their woes grew!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

A Cold Night!

A cold night as he closed the old gate

it clanged shut he locked it.

Echoing through the underground

walking to the escalator.

Stopped having to physically descend

the shift alone he’d spend.

 

Silent as the machinery was switched off

definitely heard footsteps.

Aware to of a faint scream somewhere

but used to odd noises.

Wondering if somebody was still in here

but checked it was all clear.

 

Unsettled went onto the empty platform

shaken to see a woman.

Dressed in  period clothes yards away

slowly turned to him.

She seemed to be a solid human being

that the worker was seeing!

 

Then the figure started coming his way

this was when he realised.

She had long blond hair but had no face

just an empty space.

Ran out but returned to have a look

his whole body shook.

 

The platform was empty nobody in sight

he stood completely alone!

As the last train had departed long ago

after a cursory search.

Quickly went back up to his office perturbed

at what he saw and heard!

 

Talking to a colleague about it the next day

finding it hard what to say.

Told she had been seen many times before

who she was nobody was sure.

 

The man never worked on the underground again!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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