The Detour arrow lights flashed on and off
as the car hurtled towards it
three desperate criminals intent on escape
behind the police converged
the stolen car swerved onto a quarry track
for them no turning back!
Bouncing violently on the potholed surface
constantly glancing behind
checking the progress of their law hunters
surprised when they halted
no longer in pursuit they heartily cheered
as the driver oversteered!
Finding themselves rolling over several times
coming to rest on its roof
shaken and bruised they crawled from the car
seconds later it exploded
all they could do was reassess the conditions
and their precarious positions!
Pitch black isolated looking at distant blue lights
uncertain what was unfolding
confused as to why nobody would venture near
through woods blundered forth
no longer confident or with arrogant contempt
for some reason now exempt!
Exposure and shock added to their condition
ever the sense of a presence
movement and snapping of fallen branches
unfamiliar sounds circled them
still having guns fired wildly into emptiness
no more could they careless!
Panicking headed away from the tree line
yet knew something roamed
tired sat to rest but huge shadows hovered
like phantoms homing in
began to feel trapped with no place to run
shattered their resistance done!
Then realised they were poised on the edge
of a what seemed like a quarry
rocks crumbling under their body weight
and the phantoms converging
fell backwards their screams reverberating
the following silence intoxicating!
The law enforcement agencies went in at dawn
to recover the bodies
nobody dared enter at night it was dangerous
this was a long cursed spot
where many unexplained deaths had transpired
and normal reality expired!
The Foureyed Poet.