The Shabby building loomed into sight
on a quiet country cross roads
a low mist hung above the damp fields
it had a certain eerie charm
baffled how he had a feeling of brutality
how could this be in reality?
Dimly lit oddly no cars parked outside
guardedly stood fearfully
had decided to leave his car on a verge
really needed a rest
alone and tired instinct held him back
the nerve to enter did lack!
There seemed to be an invisible barrier
or was it his imagination
a compulsion drove him slowly forward
his body tingled for a second
now found himself entering into the inn
what would he find within?
From behind a distinct sound of animals
turned to see six horses
pulling a stagecoach that was coming in
laughter alerted him
loud raucous singing coming from one bar
the other quiet and empty bizarre!
Those from the stage-coach entered tired
so close he was not seen
it was like looking at a television screen
an invisible ghostly watcher
well dressed passengers wearily entering
round a fire centering!
They looked cold talking with each other
yet he felt a tension
a pretty woman talking to a young man
an older male looked angry
from his waistband drew a gun and fired
the man collapsed expired!
Unable to leave these images before him
watching women scream
and other passengers terrifying stares
there was confusion and rage
as the group of drunken men burst in
the savagery did begin!
Dragging the mature male roughly outside
with mob rule taking over
attempts by the coachman and the female
who had been involved
pushed to the ground as a rope handed
to the leader justice he demanded!
As he watched unable to do anything at all
saw it thrown over a tree
and the dangling end made into a noose
put around the hysterical man
the group pulled together his body lifted
then his vision drifted!
All went dark he suddenly awoke shaken
crumpled on the ground
it was so quiet sitting up with a headache
surveyed his surroundings
the old building was deserted and sealed
as if things inside concealed!
The land in front was overgrown and barren
he tried to run from there
confused at what had occurred so scared
back at his car could see
a glow emanating from inside as darkness
the countryside did caress!
Driving off in disbelief at this experience
never told a soul about it
years later tried to retrace that journey
but never found the place
was this a glimpse into a real past event
always remained his torment!
The Foureyed Poet.