The Party!

They crowded into the hotel for the party

sitting in their specific groups

on neatly laid out christmas round tables

wine flowed during the evening

music started to play increasing to blaring

inhibitions lost and more swearing!

 

The happy factor slowly began to deteriorate

aggression began to materialise

those around the tables had the urge to kill

way passed the drunken phase

some realising there was no longer joviality

at the dawn of a dark reality!

 

Niggling amongst the women turned to threats

a slap glasses and bottles throne

punches started flying around the men joined in

dancing abruptly turned to a melee

soon a battle ensued wounded scattered around

as the first casualty hit the ground!

 

Soon the wounded became deaths as the law came

this created even more trouble

as the violence spread to other parts and outside

decorations and presents lay strewn

on shiny lino and carpet along with personal gear

those able were made to clear!

 

Eventually the fighting was brought to an end

the cause had to be investigated

even now rage still simmered as police vans

came in mass to take them to jail

and growing foreboding there would be more

this was a violence not seen before!

 

High in the clouds the mutated spores began to fall

where they had lived for centuries

in another part of the country as the dance began

and they were slowly inhaled

rapidly turned the happy revellers into lunacy

there would be nowhere to flee!

 

THe Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

In A Village!

A warm afternoon a couple entered a pub

on holiday in a village.

In an ancient land of history Cornwall

on a day of souring heat.

Yet when inside it was cold and dark

the furnishing stark.

 

The landlord was pleasant and welcoming

buying drinks sat at a table.

Other people milled around chatting

this was like an old tavern.

Where once smugglers most likely drank

after a ship they’d sank!

 

Hungry decided to have a nice bar meal

as a menu was in sight.

After ordering waited supping the drinks

putting the glasses down.

When both fell smashing onto the floor

what caused it neither sure!

 

Where they landed and the fluid drained

a big dark stain was visible.

Both overwhelmed with apprehension

as the interior blurred.

A body dropped before their very eyes

hearing faint pitiful cries!

 

Reality returned glancing to slate floor

nothing was to be seen.

Unable to stay in this disturbing setting

exiting in a puzzled state.

Staring in from the cobbled pathway

turned and walked away!

 

Certainly a strange tale for them to tell!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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