How in seconds our lives can change
remembering when we met what fun
it was incredible just being with you
how your love simply filled my heart
thought your feelings were the same
that view changed as hate came!
Felt a sharp pain in my back that night
with disbelief in me you thrust a knife
your emotions had gone into reverse
sweet so kind thinking we were close
soul mates sharing our lives forever
now its my death we share together!
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She never looked back on leaving the house
ten years older her hair grey
wore the same clothes as the day she arrived
eyes now cold and empty
also carrying the same battered brown suitcase
mascara ran down her tearful face!
Early before the light strolled into the distance
later neighbours reported hearing
raised voices in the evening and during the night
but nothing to indicate the scene
stating nothing unusual they were an odd pair
but for each other appeared to care!
No witnesses came forward who saw her leave
walking away upon that fateful day
no idea who she was nor what happened here
only the cries of his mother
discovering the body of her beloved perfect son
knife in his chest the foul deed done!
A detailed search and forensic examination followed
but there was never proof
of her identity no DNA fluid samples or fingerprints
were ever matched to a human
it seemed as though the woman had never existed
to this day the gossip persisted!
Who was she and where from still unanswered!
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The teenager was excited that Monday
heading to her choice of university
tears kisses and hugs from parents
she was of a nerd disposition
thrilled with a thirst for knowledge
history of the occult at college!
Her one desire being a parapsychologist
always had an interest in ghosts
ever since she saw a girl in her bedroom
told mum she said it was a dream
definitely knew it was real being awake
could still feel the headache!
Saw it many times after all over the house
always made her head throb
yet never felt threatened just very sad
was about twelve at the time
from then on heard voices in her mind
the future had been defined!
Kept all this from the family and friends
none of them could understand
glad at last to get away from that house
now nineteen had to find direction
compelled to this historic seat of learning
entering her stomach was churning!
Could not admit she had psychic abilities
early afternoon seemed quiet
surely should be busy on registration day
there was a buzz with crowds
voices bombarded her brain hard to breath
it kept repeating Macbeth!
Reeling then heard movement behind her
a young woman in long robe
silently came over with a chilling smile
hi Sara my names Beth
you have been eagerly expected here
everything will be made clear!
By eye contact she was guided into a room
without hesitation followed
as though it was natural to walk behind
this creepy young stranger
two huge doors seemed to open unaided
with singing was serenaded!
Candles lit the way the atmosphere heavy
hooded figures could be seen
that awareness flooded her profound mind
knew she was out of her depth
as the black-robed figures now surrounded
her petite body terror unbounded!
Now hands were pushing her towards what
soon became clear was an altar
the female slowly with precision turned
you have been chosen to join
our ancient secret coven by careful selection
here under our protection!
As she stood she was stripped and re-dressed
into a dark long red robe
on the altar lay what looked like a teenager
draped in a white gown
found herself standing with a knife in hand
none of this she planned!
Could not stop as the compulsion to kill surged
the knife above raised high
had no control as it plunged she screamed
all went dark then awoke
was now alone outside of this gothic facade
her thoughts no longer strayed!
Her destiny had been foretold this had to be faced
fearful for the ordeal braced!
Eyes watched as she really entered unable to escape!
The Foureyed Poet.
Through the arches leading to open fields
the elderly man walked
slowly with his small ageing little dog
cheerful on his daily stroll
happy in his own company with his pet
normally nobody else he met!
Quite as usual on the his established route
did not see the group of lads
watching him pass with too much interest
started to follow close behind
his dog sensed them near as he growled
at this the elderly man scowled!
At the same point let his dog off the lead
near to a clump of bushes
the group of six gathered behind them
circling a younger boy
peering down at him in conversation
he listened to their oration!
Into his small hand they put a knife
he had to stab the man
as if mesmerized gripped the handle
said nothing but nodded
the elderly man sat down on a bank
from a water bottle drank.
If really he wanted to be part of the gang
kill him they kept saying
coming up stealthily behind the old man
shaking with anticipation
brought the knife down striking with force
in the neck then felt remorse!
Falling back looked up at the lad in anguish
eyes locked a barking dog
brought him back to the reality of his actions
quickly withdrawing the knife
wiped off the blood in the grass automatically
unable to let go ran erratically!
Ignoring the shouts and cheers of the gang
who ran in the opposite direction
leaving the innocent victim dying his pet
guarding him whimpering
laying next to the loyal friend now silent
he was small but defiant!
The lad who should have been at school
reached his parents house
they were both out at work he had a key
heart pounding breathless
washed blood off his small hands thinking
watching it drain without blinking!
Then as he sat in the kitchen alone cried
at twelve why had he killed
the knife was on the table in front of him
his torment now had begun
a loud knock at the door made him cower
this was his defining hour!
The Foureyed Poet.
The woman was so completely afraid
she just wanted to die
her nerves now completely frayed
no longer tears to cry
the family she loved had expired
exhausted and tired!
One other was here in this residence
the son she had born
not normal but brooding and intense
the happiness torn
against his cunning they had no chance
as on each he did advance!
He saw no love nor for them any affection
void of any emotion
like an animal caged he had no connection
by instinct not devotion
thought of them purely as his prey to stalk
on all four limbs did walk!
Had broken free from his shackles and prison
the beast began to roam
the smell of blood within in him his lust risen
this place a lair not home
his mother was afraid she being the last alive
had lost the will to survive!
Could not let her son destroy anybody outside
knew him she had to kill
it had to be done from him no longer could hide
this last act had to fulfill
sat in the nursery with her son had been born
feeling alone scared and forlorn!
That moment arrived sensing he was getting near
a growl not a human sound
an odor of putrefied flesh made her task more clear
for she had been found
as the beast lunged for her body the knife she held
pierced its chest the son felled!
Silence for the mother lay crushed under the weight
afraid no more the monster defeated
none left to tell the frightening tale of fear and hate
or the horrors to be repeated
until one day a distant cousin knocked on the door
regretting that move for sure!
The Foureyed Poet.
ted state
This was an experience for the young man
excited at watching the screens.
A security officer in the prestigious hotel
first night without supervision.
Working the grave yard shift was daunting
knowing it had a famous haunting!
A lot on his mind with forty monitors to scan
covering every single floor.
Where it’s said ghostly shadows there roamed
guests leaving never to return!
He didn’t believe it being more of a sceptic
surely had to be a trick.
As the three other guards on duty patrolled
he sat eyeing each screen.
Making sure all was well and no intruders
throughout the complex.
On level twenty-nine the screens went blank
his confidence now sank.
Concerned that he had caused the malfunction
maybe flicking the wrong switch.
At that point received an urgent radio call
as the picture came back on.
The patrol had heard voices on an unused floor
wanting him to check for more.
Checking the monitor within the target zone
saw a blur near room 301.
As they approached saw a shape walk by
and an argument from inside.
Using an override card against policy went in
with an intent a search to begin.
Quickly radioed back and ran back into the hall
the room had been trashed.
Nobody had entered since it had been cleaned
this made then uneasy.
This was the actual room of a shocking crime
not solved until this time!
Reviewing and slowing down the recorded disk
a woman in a long white gown.
Is seen leaving walking through the suite door
a long bladed knife in her hand!
Before fading turned and at the lens was staring
back at them and glaring!
As they gathered tensely in the office talking
in the corridor heard sounds of walking!
When the day shift entered at seven a m
finding their colleagues stabbed!
On checking the security disk it was clear
the spectre had come back here!
The Foureyed Poet.
In the large open city park the trees swayed
as the wind blew the branches.
Leaves were falling onto the wet green grass
autumn had once more arrived.
The elderly man loved to walk his best pal
a friend and companion Al.
Both of them were regularly seen at the park
this cold day no exception.
Jack sat on a bench throwing the same stick
and Al ran to pick up his prize.
Neither noticed three hooded youths nearby
others avoiding them passing by!
Their attention was on the man and his dog
following to an isolated spot.
The two older thugs telling the younger one
to get that old wrinkly!
Turning hearing voices he felt a fist on his face
falling at a rapid pace!
His head hit a stone post then rolled onto his back
through pain and oozing blood.
Saw it was a boy holding in his small hand a knife
as the others shouted stick him!
Al barked at them fiercely but was brutally kicked
his silent masters face he licked!
The two who urged and bullied the youth ran off
he stared at the elderly man.
Blood covering his hands turning he walked away
knife still gripped tightly!
At a nearby pond washed knife and hands clean
drying them sure he was not seen!
Now headed for home walking briskly on his own
no expression did he show.
In his mind hoped he had passed the initiation
he would see the gang later!
No thought or care for what he had just done
admitting to himself it was fun!
A couple walking their dog found Jack and Al
both of them shocked and dismayed.
The hooded youth got into a very hot bath
the stained top in the washer.
His actions started to replay like a video game
life could never be the same!
Is this just fiction or could this actually happen?
The Foureyed Poet.
The teenager stood seething anger in his eyes
with a knife gripped in his trembling hand.
it was not fear he felt that night but hatred
confronting a stranger in a drunken rage
then in one motion he plunged in the blade.
again into the youths chest blood sprayed!
The perpetrator of this vile and senseless act
smirked without emotion in his pitiless eyes.
still gripping the knife he just ran away
leaving an innocent young life dying.
as a group of people like ghouls starred
not one tried to help none of them cared!
Police in force then cordoned off the scene
as the victim was rushed to the hospital
any hope faded fast and sadly he died
soon flowers were being left at the site
where a pointless death transpired tonight!
According to statistics it is said violent crime
was rapidly on the decline
even one death leaves devastation behind
the tension has not evaporated
there is always that simmering provocation
anger and lack of cooperation!
The risk is always present on the streets!
The Foureyed Poet.
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