Somebody said they heard the cries
afterwards silence nothing more
gone out of character the family said
the search became desperate
only hope was all they could long
their emotions like a sad song!
They found her body in a dusty quarry
with no dignity in the heat
none could grasp this wicked crime
another young soul lost
her laugh that warmth to us denied
this monster her future nullified!
Humans have the capacity for murder
without emotion or any remorse!
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How quiet without his neighbour anymore
though they had been ill
it was not a shocked when she passed away
strange noises again he heard
to him unsettling because nobody was there
not that he was aware!
Relations came to clear out all her belongings
yet something still remained
nearly a year before the house had been sold
a couple bought the place
glad for the company but certainly not to go in
sensed bad things about to begin!
Always weary of the seemingly nice old lady
neighbours for many years
yet never went into her house too afraid
often could see a man lurking
yet she had never been married that he knew
had left a nefarious residue!
Even the thought of noises he had listened to
made his chest feel very tight
never found out the cause of the loud chants
or emanating screams of terror
called the police who just ignored his concern
made his stomach churn!
After several calls did come to speak with her
but did not go inside
from then on it got worse heard a man’s voice
as if knowing he complained
many nights lay listening in fear of his sanity
and the blasphemous profanity!
His conscience would no longer let him rest
must tell them of the neighbour
knocked on the door wondering what to say
at first there was no reply
then the door opened the old lady stared back
he collapsed with a heart attack!
Only a short time later the couple returned home
aghast to find him deceased
with no idea of dead eyes watching them both
later they entered their house
the door still locked to them all was tranquil
until a presence they could feel!
That night the screams and awful noises began!
The Foureyed Poet.
The hospital dated back to the Victorian era
now it looked shabby and grey
threatened many times with closing down
reduced to a minor injury unit
doors always locked soon after night fell
some thought a portal of hell!
Also notorious for the delivery of corpses
who had untimely deaths
in the eighteenth century there was a need
by surgeons bodies sought
prepared to pay cash without any question
by the so-called medical profession!
Certainly had an unwelcoming appearance
dark eerie long passages
to walk along lit spots never to go near
staff had rooms to avoid
where unexplained phenomena took place
and nobody wanted to retrace!
Patients were reluctant to go there or stay
being dark and oppressive
scared behind the curtains a monster hid
freezing made your skin crawl
a woman trapped one night found it true
all about this she knew!
Arrived just before dark shown to a cubicle
waited but nobody came
situated down a narrow corridor worried
when into darkness plunged
the curtain shook could feel it swish near
a touch and whisper did hear!
Got up quickly disadvantaged not able to see
who was there called out
no reply her eyes grew accustomed to the dark
pulling curtain right back
could see nobody touching the peeling wall
moved trying not to fall!
Just able to make out the shape of an exit door
tried hard not to panic
from behind a bang her heart missed a beat
as the amplified sound
vibrated through the air felt cold on her hand
as an object beside did land!
Losing her balance falling over a row of chairs
but staying on her feet
certain somebody was standing very close by
reaching for the handle
just as a streak of light passed by her head
from pale white to red!
Pushing the door ran through to afraid to look
now stood in the reception area
with nobody to be seen began hyperventilating
headed for the main exit
as another object thrown bounced on the floor
saw a mass towards her crawl!
The following day in natural light staff arrived
finding the woman sitting
against a glass panel mumbling her eyes wide
as if seeing some hideous sight
had to be restrained taken into psychiatric care
of her plight only too aware!
The Foureyed Poet.
A lovely daughter full of life and hope
spending a day with her family
catching up as she now lived far away
visiting familiar and fond places
memories that could never be erased
so much joy was raised!
Strolling along the harbour and old pier
no thought of violence in mind
a link between father and precious child
without any warning a shot
is heard then his child sinks to the floor
his emotions soon to be raw!
A lone figure runs quickly from the scene
concerned only with escape
leaving a stunned father holding his sibling
fatally wounded cradled in his arms
asking for his help he was unable to give
for this atrocity hard to forgive!
In silence he stayed until medics arrived
sadly too late for any hope
within those seconds reality had changed
a precious life denied
real happiness taken by a culture of evil
her place nothing could fill!
Rest in peace another victim of a violence!
The Foureyed Poet.
The steam locomotive glistened motionless
in the railway museum
as visitors clambered in the driver’s cab
handling the large levers
children’s sticky fingers touching so keen
upon this magnificent machine!
From a different age of public transport
countless numbers travelled
holiday makers hard pressed commuters
during those days of steam
preserved by railway preservation groups
restored for the fun to recoup!
The engine resprayed in its original livery
pride filled the workers
bad luck followed it from scrap to grandeur
accidents had dogged progress
even when being taken off the flatbed truck
moving it in there was bad luck!
Though were professionally trained personnel
that operated the transfer
cables snapped nearly tipping the train over
but through skill was averted
since then six months on much had arisen
creating much division!
Visitors had reported a man sitting in the cab
boiler suit and cap smiling
talking to the them seemed to be in control
yet they had no employees
here working on any of the engines displayed
no staff this image surveyed!
But after the museum was closed noises heard
as the cleaners worked
described it like shovelling and metal clanging
heavy boots on the floor
even when lights were off that engine shone
something here was wrong!
Unexplained incidents happened items fell down
missing visitors and stewards
a feeling of happiness and despair lingered
yet it was the one engine
that everybody who came was always drawn to
the one they wanted to view!
It had been a working engine on the main lines
nobody knew its full history
but reports persisted of the friendly driver
maybe who had died
unable to be parted from a life he really enjoyed
his spirit still employed!
But there was a strong sense of bad karma as well
did a dark entity haunt it as well?
The Foureyed Poet
Excitement was growing as they searched
for their very first house
how long they had struggled to save
for the large deposit
a new estate was being built nearby
for a mortgage keen to apply!
Decided to go down to the site and view
a show homes was built
ready for customers to peruse around
it was late in the evening
so staff were getting ready to go home
but hoped they could roam!
The manager was present happily agreed
being muddy boots provided
took them to the show house by a stream
still mainly fields and trees
had a rural yet somehow unpleasant feel
the open space was an appeal!
But the couple could see she was anxious
and not keen to stay
this made them ask her what was wrong
reluctantly she spoke
but continued the tour of the real estate
their worries did not alleviate!
Standing in the large bedroom told them
that on her first day
came to this part as the base was laid
hearing a voice glanced
towards the sound saw somebody there
a shadowy shape was aware!
The couple stood fascinated by what she said
even the temperature dropped
it seemed to them not feeling comfortable
being born in the area
there are always stories told about places
often recalling friends faces!
Her best friend had disappeared in the field
that the estate was now on
at first I thought it was her spirit watching
we had been warned to go
but when you are young you see no danger
or the fear then in a stranger!
It was not the humans you had to really dread
around the stream monsters
lurked ready to steal those daring to tread
and back to their domain
snatch the innocent young never seen again
only their lost souls would remain!
Odd noises could be heard wanted to leave
making excuses tried to get out
but outside the front door several shadows
blocked their exit route
behind them came the strange sales lady
who had become very shady!
But tonight I will take anybody with me
it was a shape shifter
becoming a frightening freakish creature
attacking them both
as the workmen came to start their shift
not seeing two more souls adrift!
Those who knew the area kept well clear
evil still dwelled here!
the manager was back the following day
same polite manner on display!
Nothing more was heard of the couple!
The Foureyed Poet.
On the edge of an open field hung the tattered flag
the only indication of the battle
long forgotten the torment of lost innocence
or names of the fallen soldiers
one more conflict where nothing had been won
there a feeling of death still hung!
Bodies buried in shallow graves where each fell
young lives ended in torment
grass now covered the site and sheep grazed
where restless souls still roam
no cannon or musket fire nor smell of cordite
as two armies clash in the fight!
Silence is what greets the visitor to this field
pleasant during daylight hours
as the shadows lengthen a mist hangs low
and voices have been heard
crying out longingly on the endless breeze
rustling the grass and trees!
The tattered flag blows proudly in its salute
to those nameless soldiers
from long ago whose spirits will never leave
all those families of the fallen
remember their ancestors ultimate sacrifice
in war a cruel and futile device!
The tattered flag remains as a remembrance!
The Foureyed Poet.
It had been reported the battlefields were haunted
even video and voice recordings
captured for everyone to listen to and actually see
here many had met a violent demise
were thousands in mass graves still together lay
from the civil war to this day!
Drawn by the immense scale of an awful conflict
fellow countrymen on opposite sides
intent on inflicting mass slaughter in a civil war
could their restless spirits fight on
to the present time those traumas ever replayed
the orders still being obeyed!
The area vast people drawn with morbid interest
wanting to explore the scene
some maybe have psychic abilities most do not
yet all sense something is here
soldiers seen moving covertly through the bracken
yet nothing there when tracking!
Some are videoed giving evidence to be shown
physical contact to reported
pushed and hit yet nobody was visible to the eye
some even in a battle scenario
re-living an event that upon this ground occurred
cannon and rifle fire also heard!
The vast array of what is called paranormal evidence
continuous to confound the experts
those who admit they do not believe cannot explain
this lingering oppressive atmosphere
hanging over land where more than fifty Thousand died
their stories forever denied!
The Foureyed Poet.
The pressure became too much for her that night
just wanted to take off in flight
jump off a bridge or run in front of a fast train
thoughts screaming in her brain
voices would not go away impossible to pray
could not take it another day!
Unable get any sleep her relationship ended
something she had not intended
he just said the wrong words that really hurt
with her hand ripped his shirt
hit him in a fit of anger then just had to leave
that tension had to relieve!
Why she was angry one minute so manic the next
made her feel even more vexed
everything magnified to the extent of compulsion
within she now felt repulsion
increasingly becoming distant from normal reality
she became ever nearer to insanity!
Her friends had tried to help but it was rejected
it was though with evil infected
she now found herself on the car park top floor
how she got there unsure
as the noise in her mind became so unbearable
confused life was unrepairable!
Seconds later jumped in her mind flying like a bird
a faint thud witnesses heard.
bunches of flowers and tribute laid at the very spot
to her family never to be forgot
the man from whom she had the disturbing split
the shock could never get over it!
The Foureyed Poet.
The young librarian had no problems on arrival
to take up her new senior post
this her own domain to run with an assistant
in a rural north country town
charged with the task of bringing it up to date
excited she could not wait!
There would be much to do and evenings spent
a huge challenge to savour
hardly been changed since the nineteen fifties
soon her first late after it closed
and coming to the end of the week feeling tired
though happy and inspired.
Placing hundreds of books in alphabetical order
heard whispering from nearby
as a large book shot out narrowly missing her face
falling onto piles of books
years of accumulated dust made her cough and splutter
not a word could utter!
Shaken and more than a little disturbed had to leave
running to get some fresh air
covered in this layer of musty old clinging dust
on exiting saw a movement
followed by fast tapping on the glass window
what it could be did not know!
Now understood why her assistant would not stay
would not re-enter that night
could not sleep thinking of what had transpired
what had she seen and heard
returning early the next morning it seemed fine
of a break-in no sign!
It went without incident for several more days
chatting casually to the assistant
said it had once been the towns court and jail
rumours abounded it was haunted
though denied witnessing anything herself
never saw books fly off the shelf!
The librarian more confident decided to stay
late into the evening again
with the task nearly completed cleared up
content about to leave
heard a book fall turning in the direction
a natural human reaction!
Before her a black mass was quickly forming
what looked like a devil
attacked her terrified screams were muffled
there was nobody to hear
the assistant was surprised to find it unlocked
going inside even more shocked!
On the floor by the desk the librarian sat groaning
making no sense at all
when approached retreated cowering wide-eyed
taken for psychic evaluation
was committed to a mental asylum as insane
and there she did remain!
This was several years ago no explanation discovered
but we know don’t we?
The Foureyed Poet.
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