Lady In Blue!

She was alone in silence by the bar

this was what witnesses said

who frequented this ancient inn

thought to be a woman murdered

centuries ago in a sordid history

where travellers were robbed

then were quickly eliminated

while they slept in the bed!

 

It was popular with investigators

who often spent many days

with equipment set up to seek out

the truth if it was to be found

of hauntings in the spooky hostelry

filled with a dark hostility!

 

Regulars had become used the events

of glasses being violently thrown

furniture moving seemingly unaided

few said they had seen spirits

the Lady in Blue or was it the alcohol

as it happened after nightfall!

 

Many came to explore the phenomena

some say they caught voices

or recorded odd shapes within the dark

but the footage was not clear

glass falling on security camera caught

made the hunt for spectres fraught!

 

Many do feel other realms surround us

more groups and television shows

seek that indisputable evidence of proof

but what is fact and what is fiction

when a deceased soul has been reached

and proof has been confirmed

maybe my sceptical open-minded bias

will make my outlook more pious!

 

I observe this society and await that moment!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Unholy Beasts!

The vicar stood at the entrance to his church

was confronted by the body

of a woman a cross had pierced her heart

he did not recognise her

the silver cross he knew was from the altar

his faith did briefly falter!

 

He was sure only half an hour ago he saw it

checked within it had gone

tried to phone the authorities really shaken

the phone line only crackled

returned the body was no longer laying there

at the blood could only stare!

 

The sun beat down as the church clock chimed

striking twelve midday

looked around at the many neat rows of graves

something caught his eye

bravely walking towards this small object

nearing it stood erect!

 

Looked like a gargoyle an ancient inhuman beast

the female body lay torn apart

the silver cross flung aside blood spattered

retreating it sped away

from this position he could see many more

an infestation could not ignore!

 

Tightly holding his bible he had been carrying

went into the sanctuary

of his church slamming forcefully the oak door

heard quiet  gentle talking

a couple sat admiring the carvings unconcerned

as he approached turned!

 

Smiling as a young woman joined them worried

her friend she could not find

the vicar heard what she said regrettably knew

where had they come from

high-pitched screeching spoilt the tranquillity

as he felt the encroaching hostility!

 

Remembering work had just started on the crypt

in the basement of the church

why did they leave him alone could not figure

the family stood disturbed

would have to tell them the truth and confide

what was massing outside!

 

Whatever these abominable manifestations were

there seemed no escape

tears were heavy at hearing a friend had expired

noise increased panic grew

clear they could not cross the church’s holy line

he needed a divine sign!

 

Were these sent here from satan’s nefarious domain

before the simple altar he prayed

afraid this was the beginning of man’s final stand

the family knelt in veneration

at the same moment each felt the slight tremor

which soon became a roar!

 

Items fell from around the ancient parish church

books magazines pews tipped

then above their heads the large cross crashed

in front of them staying upright

the face of Christ was at their eye level glowing

at that moment faith flowing!

 

Everything went still a calm was now restored

standing in unison they hugged

the vicar made his way to the door opening it

walking into the chilly air

a layer of white clouds covered the blue sky

he raised his arms up high!

 

He could heard a soft voice calling out for help

looking around the headstones

saw lots of scorch marks then nothing else

then the young woman

who had been butchered found sat on a seat

clothed but with bare feet!

 

She smiled brightly as her friend approached

faded into the surroundings

they all had witnessed this wonderful sight

a bond between them grown

they left in peace promising to come back

with her family and memorial plaque!

 

The vicar watched them go united in reverence

what they had experienced was intense!

 

Their lives had been changed forever!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

Touch

That touch of your soft skin as we embraced

was a sensation I had forgot

the connection of care and warmth thrilling

within my being fulfilling

it was a shock to realise I had become distant

my anger so consistent.

 

My relationships had always been a disaster

an emptiness had persisted

physically abused left to suffer on my own

hostility surrounded me

feeling worthless I soon lost all self-respect

believing I was a  reject!

 

Knowing that my body was what they wanted

no kindness or love given

until that chance meeting as I contemplated

thinking of my desperation

you were the good Samaritan showed the way

saw me as a person not prey!

 

Your touch and gentle words gave me hope

to start again able to cope.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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