Hunted!

The vast forest-covered the valley and mountain

a fast flowing river completed the scene

of an unspoilt wilderness untouched by man

until a logging company set up camp

given permission to remove thousands of trees

conservationists this did not please!

 

On the other side of the forest range nestled

a township peaceful and law-abiding

prepared for the approaching snow storms

as the first winds began to blow

they were not prepared for what was to come

or terror to which they would succumb!

 

Back in the logging camp it was suddenly still

as the crew lay mutilated and dead

no longer noise of the chain saws and banter

the perpetrators had long gone

leaving behind the carnage of a savage kill

no sound even the air deathly still!

 

The townsfolk woke to several feet of snow

covering the once naked streets

but this was just the normal no surprise

but the strange large marks

cloven hoofprints in fresh snow were new

that’s when their fear grew!

 

The sheriff noticed them near his window

thinking it must be a hoax

they continued into the trees some distance

following them for a while

was totally surprised they suddenly stopped

in amazement his jaw dropped!

 

Blood was smeared over the trunk of a tree

deep long gauges in the bark

made it more of a scene he should leave now

radioed his deputy to meet him

he being certain it was a more disturbing event

with a real menacing intent!

 

Soon a report of a prized horse gone missing

and the sudden exit of all creatures

fleeing so frightened from an unseen danger

raising the stakes and anticipation

of the population unaware of what was near

but soon the answer would be here!

 

Patrolling the sheriff found a deer in the road

freshly killed and mauled

similar marks had already found heard a noise

just seconds being distracted

never saw anything looking back it had gone

something was seriously wrong!

 

That sickening feeling he was now being hunted

or very soon could be cornered

drove rapidly to town as another night neared

decided to suggest to the residents

to gather in the red brick town-hall for protection

receiving not a single rejection!

 

A hunter arrived to tell him a friend had been killed

found his body in the branches

shaken said could not have got there on his own

remembered ancient legends

of creatures that lived deep in the dense forest

this theory was a lot to digest!

 

An ancient native american sacred burial site

there had to be truth in the legends

gathered at the town hall steps heard sounds

deep angry sinister loud roars

townsfolk quickly ushered to the basement

the sheriff ready for engagement!

 

Two armed volunteer hunters joined the hunt

as they waited for an unseen foe

soon a huge dark object was on the attack

fast and agile they were the hunted

guns blazing in pitch black had to be alert

or be slaughtered or seriously hurt!

 

In an instant the sheriff was now confronted

with a mass heading his way

firing it knocked him to the floor lashing out

with huge claws and teeth gnashing

bullets at first never stopped the beasts charge

as more rapidly did discharge!

 

Just managed to grab his knife stabbed its head

this made it fall heavily backwards

now running away as the deputy came to help

but suddenly the beats jumped up

knocking him with force through a glass door

it left a trail of blood on the floor!

 

Injured both struggled to stand it had vanished

shaken waited for the daylight

a search was mounted but nothing ever found

today they live in a state of terror

knowing the beast was somewhere not dead

no idea of the future that lay ahead!

 

Deep in the vast forest the beasts waited

to terminate the humans they hated!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Jean!

There the elderly woman sat staring

watching the daily surge

of humanity walking and driving by

not able now to converse

within their own perpetual routine

few ever noticed Jean!

 

When she was young an open space

a village small so quaint

there with parents and four siblings

father a farm labourer

mother the house was her domain

never did she complain!

 

It may have been a humble abode

such a long time ago

reminiscing of years long passed

now the only survivor

had never known any other home

never wanted to roam!

 

For the few who dared to glance

to see what was within

usually saw the derelict eyesore

a decaying old house

boarded up tight well protected

years before erected!

 

Oddly the large lounge room window

was partly uncovered

where Jean sat watching as always

her spirit here remained

it was her home did not want to leave

still existed did believe!

 

Some sure there was something here

a shadowy outline

how the decades passed so quickly by

as the legend grew

of a ghostly figure sometimes seen

not realising it was Jean!

 

Here the dead observed the living!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Parallel!

The day was bright the sea calm

holidaymakers and locals

enjoying the long sandy beach

in the sky-high clouds

started to mask the hot sunlight

for a while was a blight!

 

Looking up they beheld a marvel

on a cloud a city

floating huge skyscrapers visible

silently moving by

was this a parallel world they saw

as they stared in awe!

 

More gathered to witness this event

never before seen

by the throng on the golden sands

was it an illusion

from whispers to a crescendo grew

in that shimmering hue!

 

Then the images faded from their gaze

disappearing into clouds

no tall buildings were on this coastline

what had filled their vision

the answers could not be found here

a conundrum was clear!

 

Had they been privileged with insight

or spectacular fantasy of delight?

 

The mystery has never been solved!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Realistic!

Had for so long had vivid realistic dreams

she knew were not real

this time became agitated and fearful

inside a tall building

people seemed relaxed within the foyer

appeared a good employer?

 

Must be a large company or posh hotel

as she panned the interior

yet out of sight there was a dark shape

making her become anxious

otherwise perfect as though employed

being here enjoyed!

 

Again this darkness and panic emerged

that calmness faded

as a loud explosion shook the building

from somewhere below

no panic as alarms sounded all around

slowly to the exit bound!

 

Certain there was no hurry then another

bang made many fall

and the atmosphere changed to urgency

the third and fourth

made everyone run now objects crashed

large windows smashed!

 

She found herself being pushed trampled

people trying to leave

but could not wake up as the scene changed

now standing watching

from the other side of the street a spectator

as from above a roar!

 

A darkness covered the building as it collapsed

at an unbelievable pace

pulverized dust that also spewed debris outwards

just like a nuclear explosion

fine ash lingering like a fine layer of grey snow

rivers of molten metal did flow!

 

Awoke gasping for air the scene was familiar

who could wreak this awful act

too many died through her eyes could still see

the rising mushroom cloud

she hoped this event would never come true

as the dread of mankind grew!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Large Black Eyes!

Stories have been told for many decades

that have increased in intensity

creating terror for those it has touched

instilling a dread none will forget

one incident happened on a Halloween

the fear could not be foreseen!

 

Around ten in the evening the dog barked

running about in a crazy manner

she was otherwise alone on this night

heard a faint tap on the front door

feeling uncertain walked down the hall

heard a child’s faint voice call!

 

There were no children living in the house

just herself with the agitated dog

her husband had left to work a night shift

through the frosted glass

two small silhouettes were visible there

of her own anxiety was aware!

 

The voice called again please may we come in

she thought it late for children

to be on their own replied what do you want

her hand shook opening the door

looked down saw two poorly dressed children

one about twelve the other under ten!

 

The barking continued as an unpleasant odour

made her feel suddenly nauseous

the older child stepped forward into clear view

illuminated by the hall light

making her move back strangely was afraid

their presence a threat conveyed!

 

Holding the door tightly so neither could enter

then they lifted their heads together

holding back a scream shocked at what she saw

their eyes were large and black

two pale skinned faces that seemed stretched

on them something inhuman etched!

 

Slammed the door and put on the safety change

added go away you cannot come in

what seemed like hours they stood on the porch

but eventually walked away

went to the bay window with its clear street view

they were nowhere insight terror grew!

 

Sat freezing on the carpet for the remaining night

a frightened pet huddled close and tight!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Deserted!

The reporter was reluctant to enter the building

where a young woman was killed

during an investigation of the derelict property

from a news television station

had been tasked with following up the awful event

for a prime time news segment!

 

Silhouetted behind her was the derelict structure

the camera zoomed in exposing it

as the lone figure could be seen to be petrified

smiling as only a professional can

talking with faltered steps drew closer to the abyss

wishing this task she could miss!

 

One other with her a cameraman their satellite truck

was parked some distance away

cost cutting meant no engineer was not standing by

the paranormal team were late

so under instruction proceeded into the blackness

surely this was madness!

 

The only light provided by the camera’s bright beam

followed their journey down

dust filled the air soon they entered the very room

where it was alleged the girl died

several doorless entrances seemed like an eerie void

or had it made them paranoid?

 

Broken masonry and glass crunched under their feet

as they shuffled around the room

first a deep moan is picked up on the mike they hear

terror is clearly etched on her face

as the camera picks out a shape but on another sweep

nothing there composure hard to keep!

 

As a voice is heard the reporter smiles calls to somebody

telling the audience of the late arrival

but before this person can make it down to give support

there is a long growl and the girl stares

directly at the camera letting out a scream the feed lost

as the cameraman she did accost!

 

He went on filming as she then pushed by falling down

hitting her head with bleeding wound

lay mumbling with eyes open wide and dribbling

as if possessed the paranormal member

came and helped get her outside to their parked van

sorry he was late not the plan!

 

Shaking out of breath the camera operator rewound

the video tape to the frame

where the newscaster freaked ending up collapsed

shocked to see in a wall mirror

a devil figure glaring back horns and flaming eyes

staring the image him did mesmerize!

 

Never felt so unclean or fear for himself and colleague

with whom also was in a relationship

leaving the investigator to look after Julie drove away

at speed to get to the medical center

with the uncomfortable sensation the evil had come to

a coldness within the van grew!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Holiday Cabin!

First night on holiday was always exciting

this year was different

she had come ahead alone not so inviting

here early with good intent

mum and daughter due tomorrow night

being alone did not seem right!

 

Had come ahead early she had an extra day

wanted to see her daughter Kate

had been at university soon be here to stay

for two weeks could not wait

never been here before wanted to prepare

of any danger was not aware!

 

Busy getting holiday cabin how she wanted

soon darkness had come

felt tired never thought it could be haunted

to exhaustion had succumb

decided to have an early and restful sleep

anything else to the morning keep!

 

Not use to being in the countryside all alone

or cabin with panoramic view

had forgotten her mobile and no house phone

here alone anxiety grew

now for the first time began to feel uneasy

stomach churning was queasy!

 

As she came out of the bathroom she saw

through the bedroom window

the shape of a figure she could not ignore

yelling her actions slow

froze but then in an instant it had gone

for the morning did so long!

 

Unable to relax ran around to check doors

making sure they were locked

terrified felt sweat oozing from her pores

her well-being totally rocked

as if circling heard loud footsteps near

echoing in her ears so clear!

 

Many thoughts racing through her mind

were all the windows locked

would her child mums lifeless body find

now feeling deeply shocked

cowering in the corner behind the settee

wondering who it could be!

 

Creaking wooden boards surrounded her

scraping along the walls

with some object the fear within did stir

also across the glass

high-pitched a shadow passed as well

followed by a nasty smell!

 

Exhausted eventually fell into a half sleep

awaking with a start

the rising sun into the cabin began to peep

her fast beating heart

stiff where she had not moved needed a wee

parched so wanted a cup of tea!

 

The birds were singing loudly she ventured out

one shaky step at a time

afraid to make a sound in case it was still about

she was alive felt sublime

two joggers went by staring then running past

it was safe she thought at last!

 

Venturing onto the veranda now could see why

the couple moved away so fast

deep cuts in the wood and word reading die

she could only stare aghast

it covered the exterior in a place so serene

this horror did not fit the scene!

 

A familiar voice relieved she quickly turned

her daughter stood concerned!

 

She left with her family never to return here

something watched them go so very near!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

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.

The Busker!

Why would nobody want to listen to his music

the passion that kept him going

from an early age he just wanted to be heard

then his parents could not see

the simple melody’s he wrote were so pure

words people would adore.

 

Never thinking he was special just wanting

everyone in his passion to share

begged for a guitar for his twelfth birthday

self-taught himself to play

his parents taken aback by such dedication

never-ceasing determination.

 

Without money to send him to music college

they could only encourage him

and at fifteen made a decision to be a busker

let the public hear the music

finding a spot by the bus station began to play

any nerves soon gone away.

 

The wonderful music and simple words flowed

and the crowds began to grow

those of all ages enthralled by the young man

on his own playing the guitar

confidently with a joyful style loudly singing

into their ears the sound ringing!

 

Happy now his songs with people he could share

not for money but unity he did care!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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Into My Life

She came into my life sitting close by

both being a little coy

we were with friends and never spoke

but the moment wrong

you remained within my curious mind

love had never been kind!

 

Weeks went by chemistry could not deny

until that day after work

went for a coffee relaxing reflecting alone

when a gentle voice spoke

surprised glanced up to the pleasant sound

it was you there I found.

 

Natural conversation between us seemed easy

and a relationship grew

slowly and surely developed  into partnership

every moment  a joy

that bond of mutual respect and real fun

no harsh battles to be won!

 

Into my life you certainly  came.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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