Stabbing a Stranger!

There was no reason for the youth to attack

stabbing a stranger in his chest

gone before anybody had a chance to view

just evaporated into the crowd

no motive for this violent and senseless act

not way for the thug to be tracked!

 

This was the scenario detectives first thought

on their initial theory

but no evidence was found or then a motive

more victims were stabbed

it seemed in the same pattern in each case

what did they actually face?

 

Symbols were found branded on the bodies

the knife wounds seemed burned

these questions became urgent was it a cult

frustration was mounting

many descriptions of the killer easily misread

into black magic would tread!

 

Panic ensued as more corpses were found

none had identification

experts of the occult their assistance sort

creatures began roaming

somebody somewhere had created the spell

allowing demons from hell!

 

Never the had authorities listened to witches

an unprecedented action

the search was on for the perpetrators temple

powerful magic being exerted

as spirituality began to overwhelm our society

with mankind losing his piety!

 

Together police religious and the occult leaders

were united into a pact

to counter act the dark forces growing power

over elements of good and light

all those sacrifices for the evolution of evil

and innocent souls for retrieval!

 

The massive search soon centred on a church

now no longer consecrated

then used for drugs and sex since abandoned

ideal for the wicked to flourish

the soulless dominions could fester and grow

overseen by the watchful crow!

 

Swat teams surrounded the gothic looking church

chanting could be heard

echoing rhythmically as they tried being quiet

guns poised uncomfortably

knowing this time they were not taking the lead

yet itching for the action to proceed!

 

An elite squad of soldiers led the preplanned way

but where stopped at the door

unable to get passed the large painted symbols

until the witches removed the spell

allowing them to enter the demon’s evil church

upon the precipice they did perch!

 

Flying creatures attacked them they fought

bullets were of no use

coming from all ways then just vanishing

several were stabbed

by the familiar small vicious daunting beast

their horror ordeal increased!

 

Chanting close the witches present prepared

for a battle of their own

determined to stop the growing dark chaos

reseal the rift being opened

in unison their own incantations now recited

to banish evil goodness reunited!

 

The hardened soldiers were silently terrified

not being a flesh and blood enemy

could only cower and watch the ensuing battle

as the creatures swirled around

making a shocking sound as the two factions

came to blinding interactions!

 

Out side flashes sounds and earth tremors

left everyone fearing the end

a huge bright beam of light shot skywards

throwing those present

vehicles to tossed like toys over the ground

as a shock wave did rebound!

 

Instantly the building began rapidly crumble

rescue squads rushed forward

as the group emerged from the cellar region

all the spells were broken

they rushed assist but several did not return

as a raging fire began to burn!

 

The area had to be immediately evacuated

the site was imploding

the joint intervention appeared a success

for the agencies involved

cautiously declaring this but hard to accept

or give the occult groups respect!

 

Yet even as they celebrated deep below

a new terror did grow!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Island Of Hell!

To the Island of hell the five now headed

visiting the long disused prison

stood ominously silent and foreboding

here to investigate the spirits

was said possessed the bricks and steel

what spectres did it conceal?

 

The deceased still walking within these walls

many witnesses had told

of threatening voices from those dead

prisoners there murdered

also several prison officers here as well

on the Island of hell!

 

Long before anything existed on the  land

native american’s  shunned it

knowing it was cursed evil roamed free

but when the prison was built

even the hardened criminals were afraid

on minds and souls evil preyed!

 

To this place the ghost investigation team came

to find out for themselves

if stories and experiences were actually true

none of these truth seekers

were disappointed at evidence perceived

without doubt believed!

 

From recorded messages to those red eyes

feeling somebody near

the moving shadow and light caught on film

in the cell when in darkness

confirming what many others had all faced

the prison had been cased!

 

Set in the busy wide river formed from granite

often shrouded in mist

the famous Golden Gate Bridge easily insight

once a fortress Alcatraz

a reminder of a once brutal and hated history

dares people to engulf the mystery!

 

One more experience none would ever forget!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Behind The Barricade!

Behind the barricade each were equal

no distinction prevailed

expressing vocally their nation’s pride

unity of wills and passion

afraid that their identity would be lost

at an unforgivable cost!

 

From a peaceful but loud demonstration

good-humoured and fun

violence erupted and that moment gone

becoming more sinister

cries now not of joy but panic and pain

as comrades now lay slain!

 

Behind the barricades placards discarded

the tensions increasing

peaceful protests lost to a radical element

as the acrid smoke rises

from burning tyres and missiles thrown

the future now unknown!

 

The once calm and familiar city centre

streets and communal parks

now battle zones raging out of control

and the ripples of rebellion

no more talk and discussions to dwell

they enter the realms of hell!

 

On the precipice their lives on the edge!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Beneath!

None of them realised what lay beneath

in the nebulous caverns below

created by the incalculable mining shafts

zigzagging beneath the ground

where repulsive creatures had nested

unknown now totally infested!

 

The heavy rain caused saturation of fields

weakening the infrastructure

few realised the fragile surface eroding

existing in their daily routines

unaware of the approaching catastrophe

of which none could foresee!

 

Not in recorded history had it been so bleak

floods engulfed communities

rainfall increased authorities unable to cope

water seeping up from below

thinking the situation could not get worse

their position became perverse!

 

The ground beneath their feet now gave way

and the population fell into hell

the rout of humankind an unexpected horror

soon they would discover

those who had survived the brutal carnage

faced a demonic rampage!

 

Laying injured beasts spawned in darkness

rapidly violated their flesh

hiding out of the light as those able to move

ran blindly in every direction

but they were overwhelmed by the specter

of life were no respecter!

 

Some managed to reach the surface for help

received by military forces

who were preparing a major rescue attempt

uncertain of what to expect

before entering into the hostile environment

cautiously made their descent

 

Soon confronting beasts of an unknown origin

agile in the mud and blackness

unprepared for the battles and horrors to follow

thousands perished that first day

as the soldiers hurriedly retreated from a real hell

of which few survived to tell!

 

Not mythical flesh-eating fiends but an uncontrollable evil

festered beneath their feet!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Basement!

She found it hard even finding the office block

expecting to find a modern building

several times walking by the shabby front

it had to be her first day of work

across the thresh hold did step she was late

now in a very flustered state.

 

Up to the reception desk to ask for the directions

an elderly uniformed man sat

who did not even raise his head when she spoke

telling her it was on level three

rushing to the lift pressed the button and waited

to just go home she debated!

 

When the lift arrived got in pressing the button

to take her up to the third floor

seconds passed then descended to the basement

not what she had expected

jolted to a halt the doors opened slowly revealing

a dank corridor with low ceiling

 

Heard a soft voice calling her name stepping out

taken by surprise by the sound

the lift shut and now stood all alone in a nightmare

that pleading voice guided her

amongst discarded equipment and hissing pipes

making her have increasing gripes!

 

Every shadow seemed a lunging demonic beast

now focused on a greenish hue

collided with a disused filing cabinet then a chair

saw a woman standing there

that faded into thin air only a short distance ahead

her sanity hung by a thread!

 

Now drawn into a small storage room feeling trapped

behind something scuttled passed

then in front heard a whimpering soft anguished cry

in a corner a young woman crouched

empathy filled her confused mind as she approached

as before her a beast encroached!

 

No more the poor wretched woman before her eyes

in the oppressive dim greenish light

but a hideous crouching snarling beast from hell

instinct made her turn and flee

tearing at the flesh on her legs blindly tried to run

certain her earthly life was done!

 

Weakening with every step saw an exit sign ahead

could only hope it would open

slamming against it at speed she burst through

reaching the ground floor level

falling through the fire door back in reception

standing dazed in reflection!

 

Without hesitation now quickly left this building

and down the way she had come

halting to inspect the painful wounds on her legs

but there was no marks to be seen

what had happened impossible to comprehend

petrified into the crowd did blend!

 

Those images haunted her did it really happen?

 

Never told anybody of her shortest day in a job!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Quiet Coven!

The five young women sat at the table

not wearing tall pointed hats

or cloaks they were not gnarled hags

the witches were in disguise

no indications there was no way to tell

here to conjure up a spell!

 

All blending in with their surroundings

certain nobody was aware

looking beautiful not showing their age

from ancient times spawn

sat in a huddle centred on their ground

the intentions were profound!

 

Very comfortable in these violent times

manipulating adding to chaos

soon their circle was again complete

now in a different dimension

reclaiming this sacred site of evil deeds

able to fulfill the devils needs!

 

Within this zone their true forms revealed

unchecked evil spells recited

the world already in turmoil and torment

wanting to seal human fate

yet therein the brewing caldron of darkness

a being of good did caress!

 

Like tales of mighty battles of good and evil

it came to face witches of hell

from a place of light goodness eternal peace

invading their unholy domain

with a cosmic intensity of uncorrupted light

freeing mankind from this plight!

 

Unknown to the billions of living human kind

this time righteousness was defined!

 

But the battle rages on all around us!

 

The quiet coven would be back!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Trapped!

The red lights flashed on and off rhythmically

as the heavy door slammed shut!

They were trapped within the war-time bunker

not abandoned as they had thought.

Thinking it was fun an adventure to explore

then a disturbing loud roar!

 

No way to retreat now the only way forward

a loud pearcing siren sounded.

The intermittent light showing a dank tunnel

going endlessly into the distance!

Slipping on the carved out granite single track

afraid what maybe at their back.

 

Downwards they headed gathering momentum

the wierd noises increased.

Crashing into each other as they were halted

at the doors of a large lift.

Without warning shuddering the doors opened

falling in it soon started to descend!

 

An awful smell made some reach and others vomit

there was no interior light.

Visibility was zero but it felt sticky and very hot

eventually the lift stopped.

They dreaded what waited for them down here

doors opened their vision clear.

 

Bodies laid everywhere one was in the lift to

many in white lab coats.

What had they come across trapped in here

everything had been smashed .

Afraid to take a step into this man-made hell

a body from the ceiling fell!

 

Mutilated laid motionless there before them

intuitively knew it was above.

Everyone reluctantly took a few steps forward

the last went to make his exit.

Then the lift started to rise trapping his head

and more gore was rapidly spread!

 

The four remaining heard a frantic female voice

warning them to run from there.

Instinctively they sprinted for their survival

just as a large shape landed behind!

Hiding amongst the pipes where they had been

their presence had sensed and seen!

 

Four remained certain they would be caught

to their left side a woman called.

Slowing and turning she had their attention

beckoning to head in her direction.

Confused and petrified but glad for a direction

making a strange collection!

 

The monster was rapidly gaining on their position

their energy was nearly spent.

Bruised and bloody as they hit the jagged walls

came to a huge metal door.

She pressed in the code it lifted a couple of feet

to get under was no easy feat!

 

But once again the last lad was just to portly

hearing the thing was close.

Had to bring the metal shutter back down

the screams were the last sounds.

It was much darker the noise of water clear

reaching the edge the drop was sheer!

 

No time for hesitation jumped into flowing water

which took them to freedom!

The woman and two of the group emerged alive

hopefully safe for the moment.

Exhausted collapsed on the bank down river

on a muddy and foal smelling sliver.

 

But what had happened it was obviously a secret

would survivors need to be eliminated?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Headstone!

She knelt by the dark grey marble headstone

once again on the anniversary

of the day she’d happily buried her husband

six feet down in the ground

eight years since she had caused his demise

for a man she did despise!

 

As the widow gloated behind a false facade

the same figure watched

behind her the deceased husband stood

turning could not see him

thinking once again how good and thrilling

never suspected in this killing!

 

No idea her good life would come to an end

as supernatural forces gathered

this time he followed her to a plush car

her long dead husband was back

what had changed to allow him the power

to be here again at this hour?

 

Angry sat next to the wife who murdered him

drove back to his once home

familiar items recalling such good memories

when he actually lived here

now a ghost haunting the house he had loved

before down the stairs shoved!

 

Whether there is a heaven or a place called hell

he had prayed so very hard

from a dark pitiless limbo it changed to hope

with a new man began to argue

started by the woman who had meant so much

now he would loath to touch!

 

Thrust to the floor berating of  him was bored

scrambling to her feet ran

up those familiar stairs shouting more abuse

pursued by this enraged man

like a replay saw her violent death as she fell

her neck broken he could tell!

 

Instantly he was at peace free no longer in turmoil

a tunnel so bright he could see

Looking down at her lifeless body he passed on

but a faceless evil took her soul

Engulfing it for that overdue journey to hell

righteousness had created this spell!

 

Justice it seems had at last been done!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Sea Fog!

The fog over the sea was unusually dense

to the locals in the small village

that lay on the coast it was ominous

this was no natural sea fog

stories handed down told of a terrible past

of a curse on the people cast!

 

That every twenty-five years came the fog

dense and glowing it would come

when the villagers went in they vanished

as something within took them away

once more a reality not a story being told

there came a breeze so cold!

 

Two hundred families lived in the community

fishermen and their families

the same number for five hundred centuries

they were the trapped ancestors

silently villagers culled in the glowing fog

no sound not even a barking dog!

 

The legend was of the long dead coming back

in the red glowing sea fog

because of what the village ancestors had done

wrecking a ship on the rocks

to plunder and kill those still alive on board

through greed take away the hoard!

 

The few who survived swore they would return

every century to get their revenge

for all the innocent souls taken that evil night

the village was forever cursed

this was the anniversary the fifteenth of December

when this generation would remember!

 

The priest of the little church upon the steep hill

a descendant of the wreckers leader

who was the one that had researched the truth

knowing that under the wooden floor

still lay most of the stolen sailing ships haul

they would return until they had it all!

 

In the fog the long dead walked once more

anybody they met would die

but if you stayed in and ignored the knock

for them they would be well

those who opened the door would perish

no more life to cherish!

 

Alone in the old church the fog for him came

he knew what it wanted

grotesque figures trying to get in his domain

the house of his god

there the priest prepared for his passage to hell

defiantly he rang the brass bell!

 

The sea fog entered as a sword cut him down

at the time the ship hit the rocks

then slowly receded back out to the deep-sea

the bell silent the priest had been taken

for now satisfied their curse was partly fulfilled

treasure not retrieved but the priest killed!

 

The village mourned those who had gone

life there once more carried on!

 

The wife of the priest gave birth to a son!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Go!

This is not funny anymore will have to go

was it ever love we had or lust

my heart aches our feelings cannot show

deep within we both lacked trust

so much older wanted to slow the action

you disagreed so lost my interaction!

 

Your wild spirit could never hope to curtail

realising it would turn into resentment

feeling in the end my efforts would only fail

walking out your anger would vent

a quiet male could not say that word to you

was time up my exit overdue?

 

It was wrong my emotions taking command

in the street recognised your face

longed to say I love you and hold your hand

these deep thoughts quickened my pace

your happiness the one important fact did feel

gave you that space emotions so real!

 

Many thoughts made my legs heavy to move

a voice said do not be a fool turn back

instantly knew my love for you had to prove

must get back on the right track

returned home you were standing at the door

we declared our love looking at you in awe!

 

Now it’s clear our lives will be forever entwined

my soul mate lover and friend this deal signed!

 

A romantic at heart yet never found true love

but can imagine that it can be found

its said love makes our small world go around

in this society where it feels like hell

surely must never give up believing in hope

where it is harder for many to cope!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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