Iron Gates!

It was a day trip to the big city

an adventure alone

sites to see an evening show

a voice in her head

guiding the girlĀ like navigation

to an odd destination!

 

Outside two large iron gates

found herself stood

rusting and was there alone

she see the crowds

on the main road nearby

here wondering why?

 

Being summer it was daylight

behind an empty site

used over centuries for burial

shivered saw a figure

coming quickly in her direction

no time for reflection!

 

Though a cobbled stone street

heard no sounds

now approaching saw the face

monstrous it passed

walked right through the gates

wishing she had skates!

 

Scared seemed to be cornered

more shadowy figures

coming wearing dark cloaks

close behind a hearse

a procession into her view

the panic within grew!

 

Lined up at the iron gates

as if poised waiting

deep inside had memories

drawn to the hearse

there on the name plate

for her did wait!

 

That voice was her own

here they poised

to take her back home

being long dead

was ever a restless soul

often out of control!

 

Her spirit roamed streets

possessing women

just for a very short while

before once more

laying in the graveyard

where the dead guard!

 

The lady in white a legend

was often seen

had died of a broken heart

but nobody knew

that by invading the living

a short time reliving!

 

For years it was a mystery

by the iron gates

young unconscious women

were found slumped

with memory loss perplexed

and demeanor vexed!

 

The locals do not venture near

those iron gates so austere!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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This Bloody State!

He remembered the noise of glass shattering

showering over his face

a glimpse of a baseball bat or something

then being roughly dragged

but nothing after that hard bang on his head

waking in a strange bed!

 

Bits of memory came then as quickly it faded

what had happened to him

on his finger was a shinny gold wedding ring

was he a married man

how had he actually got in this bloody state

memories he could not collate!

 

Beside him a policeman stood near on guard

what else could he be doing

everything was so blurry beyond his position

there were muffled voices

his anxiety and paranoia rapidly growing

the despair of not knowing!

 

Slipping once more into unconsciousness

being shaken from this state

a man and a woman looked down blankly

making his body shudder

a nurse came to assist removing his mask

questions they wanted to ask!

 

A second nurse helped make him comfortable

raising the pillow for his head

They asked him if he remembered anything

of the road rage incident

Where a man had been killed near his car

as the anger went to far!

 

This seemed to trigger suppressed memories

as he recalled causing the shunt

going to the vehicle with a bat breaking glass

incensed and with bad intent

pulling the man out it was he who attacked

the thoughts came pouring back!

 

In turn was hit from behind by an accomplice

but none of this would admit

even though witnesses had come forward

he kept his mouth tightly shut

realising they could soon find out he was fake

his orders not to kill but take!

 

An under cover agent on a botched covert mission

he waited for his team to come!

 

The Foureyd Poet.

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