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.