First!

First visit to his uncles rambling house

never knew he had this relative

until the day of his funeral and wake

drawn to a carved walking stick

its handle shaped like an eagle’s head

touching it could see only red!

 

Emotions on overload of deep hatred

people screaming for mercy

many bodies being slashed by a sword

dropping the cane aghast

checking nobody saw him walked away

gingerly not wanting to stay!

 

Outside in the afternoon sun in a daze

uncertain what had happened

but could vividly still see those images

that shook a fifteen year old

it was as though he was the actual slayer

not a passive player!

 

His father came out to find him standing

dazed and of pale complexion

enquired if he was upset at the funeral

the lad said he was fine

not mentioning his paranormal episode

his mind at that moment distant!

 

There was a secret that had not been told

for sometime knew he was different

as now the house was calling his name

as if it was welcoming him home

after that initial shock he returned within

knew his initiation was about to begin!

 

Unaware that his son had been summoned

never saw him go up the staircase

or the door to the study open and a bearded

man gleefully welcoming him in

soon would realise that he was not the same

from a kind lad a monster came!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

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Marks!

It was a new experience living in tranquil peace

of the countryside no traffic or neighbours

retired from the city of violence and corruption

he awoke that first day mid-morning

no longer on the tube heading for his office nice

to retire and have a life great advice!

 

The downside recently divorced an expensive time

yet was glad the dog came to

always got on better with Betsy his beloved Alsatian

who had been noisy in the night

after loudly barking had then joined me on the bed

on my pillow placed her head!

 

Too  tired to be roused or concerned with her warning

but surprised at the whimpering

that made me sense she had been scared by something

sitting up she jumped down

gave me that look to follow with trepidation complied

where was she guiding me felt petrified!

 

The pure air and landscape hit me a wonderful feeling

this was short lived as Betsy guided me

to my SUV where the damage to the bonnet was clear

deep gouged marks had ripped it apart

she snarled from a distance but would not go near

what formidable entity was living here?

 

At this moment I stand next to Betsy on my cell phone

recording the image and words as proof

that something fearsome co-exists in the wilderness

there are no tracks on the ground

nor signs or sounds that could give me any evidence

that feeling of being watched grows more intense!

 

The badly damaged phone was found by a friend

concerned he could not make contact

an intense search was carried out of the vast area

nothing was found of the man or dog

though the locals knew the legend of the beast

that upon flesh it did seek to feast!

 

Or could there be an even deeper unsolved mystery?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Premonition!

Entering the ancient inn on the moors

for a second saw himself

lying throat cut on the flag stone floor

like a premonition said later

shaking sat down on a rickety bench

noticing a nasty stench!

 

His girlfriend joined him so concerned

it was her idea to come here

a quaint inn with a long dark history

both had a fascination for ghosts

often travelling to these eerie locations

for paranormal confrontations!

 

Not members of dedicated investigators

but paying to be scared

from growing companies making money

for those who wanted to seek

this was a knew experience for the pair

that they both could share!

 

Here for the first time they were scared

until now fun and a thrills

realising maybe they really did exist

saying nothing thinking

it could be the atmosphere here created

decided feeling agitated!

 

He explained what he had experienced

feeling on edge it felt so real

she to sensed eyes were there glaring

slightly easing as people came

the leaders for the night set the scene

all hyped up and very keen!

 

For awhile their minds were occupied

by the mediums revelations

moving to the areas said to be haunted

who told them the history

when she sensed spirits were nearby

gave out a bizarre cry!

 

Adding to this being mainly in the dark

the couple became spooked

as he again found himself on the floor

the same bloody image

made him yell having to quickly run

his time within was done!

 

The couple moved away from the inn

something was wrong

surprised the medium came to them

expressing her concern

the same shocking image she had seen

such a realistic scene!

 

Suggested they go in to face their anxiety

said it must be a past event

reluctantly returned to join those inside

waiting to start a séance

gathered standing around the very mark

unnaturally so very dark!

 

Then deep voices shuffling noises close by

the medium said hold hands

as from above the large open fire-place

a metallic clang and a sword

attached to the wall fell hitting the man

everybody panicked and ran!

 

Some frantically turned on their torches

scrabbling for the light switches

to find the body laying throat slashed

the weapon by his side

just as to the medium he had described it

now in disbelief did sit!

 

How had he predicted his own demise

within this historic inn

never visited before in his young life

was a mystery at this time

there were no answers to be found

or what evil was here bound!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Bus Stop!

The young woman waited for the late night bus

as she often did after visiting her mum

always alone it had never bothered her before

but that night the bus was late arriving

at first did not notice the dark clothed figure

when she did panic it did trigger!

 

Where it had come from had heard no sound

with the light in the shelter could see

it was possibly a gaunt looking teenage girl

the clothing seemed dirty and ragged

not wanting to stare tried not glance that way

here certainly not wanting to stay!

 

There was no gestures yet a presence was felt

making a large gap between them

was really scared so glad when the bus came

jumping on as the doors opened

had not realised how cold she had become

wished she had stayed with mum!

 

It was then realised she was the only one

the girl had not got on behind her

when getting off enquired with the driver

had he seen the other passenger

replied calmly that nobody was waiting

simply to her the story relating!

 

Added she was not the first who had asked

others to witnessed the ghost

as many years before at that spot a girl died

murdered while waiting for a bus

nobody was ever caught for this awful crime

her spirit doomed to haunt for all time!

 

She never waited for a bus at that stop again

often in her thoughts the images did remain!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Parallel!

The day was bright the sea calm

holidaymakers and locals

enjoying the long sandy beach

in the sky-high clouds

started to mask the hot sunlight

for a while was a blight!

 

Looking up they beheld a marvel

on a cloud a city

floating huge skyscrapers visible

silently moving by

was this a parallel world they saw

as they stared in awe!

 

More gathered to witness this event

never before seen

by the throng on the golden sands

was it an illusion

from whispers to a crescendo grew

in that shimmering hue!

 

Then the images faded from their gaze

disappearing into clouds

no tall buildings were on this coastline

what had filled their vision

the answers could not be found here

a conundrum was clear!

 

Had they been privileged with insight

or spectacular fantasy of delight?

 

The mystery has never been solved!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Before Me!

There before me she sat all alone

on the station platform

nobody else was about to be seen

so pretty yet a sad stare

was distracted as the train neared

glancing back had disappeared!

 

A tightening of my stomach retching

such pain overcame me

distressing images in my mind’s eye

of an endless despair

on that empty platform standing alone

feelings never before known!

 

There was no train had been imagination

for a few seconds saw

below on the line the body of the woman

then she was gone

shaken became rational once again

so came a real train!

 

Leaving that place the memory has remained

lingering impressions stayed

was it the restless spirit of a suicide victim

caught in that fatal moment

forever etched on the fabric of the location

was my only explanation!

 

To this day the images still haunt me!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

The Monk!

The investigation team sat in the church cemetery

it had been for at least three hours.

Though none would admit they were getting bored

yet relaxed commenting on this fact.

The small group patiently waited for any action

unsure if it happened their reaction!

 

They were feeling alert and constantly observing

yet chatting to pass the hours.

About two in the morning decided to walk about

knowing others had seen shadows.

Also noises and screams had sent them running

thinking something for them was gunning!

 

Moving around the headstones imaginations active

every sound and movement magnified!

They could understand how easily to mistake

animals distant sounds or the wind.

Even headstones and trees were of varying heights

helping to create inaccurate sights!

 

Turning natural images into what they want to see

the stories heard fresh in their minds!

So this team tried not to fall into the same trap

as into the last hour they entered.

Ahead on the footpath they saw a hooded figure

that was becoming bigger!

 

Hearts pounded as they realised it was The Monk

who appeared solid and real!

The girls didn’t know whether to scream or cheer

this was their first sighting!

Watching this did validated their long research

as it headed for the ruin of the church!

 

Slowly fading as the monk entered a porch door

yet the presence could still be felt.

Lingering in the dampness of the early morning

and they all had nothing to say.

Absorbing the clear images they’d all just witnessed

it had changed them later they confessed!

 

There are so many who once never believed but now

think could there be something more?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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Moment!

That tender moment is still within Still

as the pain of parting was hard to take

not knowing when our bodies would touch

in the long nights that had yet to be.

Bad dreams ran through my thoughts

would I ever touch or smell your being

off to war your orders had told you

flying with your comrades and crew!

Countless news reports and horror stories

had made us feel an internal dread

forewarned of the dangers that lay ahead

in a country where there was bitterness.

A distant world that was far from me

isolated in an area of frightening hostility

where communication was greatly restricted

and far to many heinous images depicted!

When would that moment guide you back

how empty is the soul that I alone possess

stabbing pains started to make me shake

a nagging voice then invaded my sensorium.

As contact was suddenly lost with you today

two soldiers came reluctantly to my door.

for your country with regret you had died

in sadness I mourn my heart filled with pride!

The sacrifices that the military undertake in action

brings for some cause for violent reaction!

if only that elusive peace could one day be achieved

forever the hatred from mans lives relieved!

The Foureyed Poet.

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