Afraid!

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.

 

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Compelled!

She knew it was not her actions but compelled

by the evil spirit within

where it had found her she had no knowledge

continuously really scared

had tried to seek help from a the local priest

but this was a powerful beast!

 

Dominating to the point of complete control

whenever it so desired

turning this sweet innocent young woman

into a predatory monster

charm oozing from every orifice and pore

until the victims ran no more!

 

She always looked beautiful a pleasure to meet

funny a captivating female

men were lured into the chameleons deadly lair

then the mask was removed

revealing the grotesque creature escape futile

carnage created for while!

 

From that first pleasant meeting it soon changed

to screaming obscenities

before any chance of detection just evaporated

returning in a new location

the woman trapped now helpless and horrified

suffering and inwardly died!

 

Compelled the real soul within had become lost

but a small spark remained

finding that tiny moment of reality she arrived

at that church doorway

an observant mature priest spotted here there

of her plight was aware!

 

An experienced exorcist was careful on approach

not to arouse the beast

lured it covertly into a secure and sealed room

tying the battered body

in a heavy oak chair bolted firmly to the solid floor

was it too late he was not sure!

 

The desperate battle to expel evil had begun

could her weak possessed soul survive?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Witch!

The four friends decided to stay in the forest

they’d heard was haunted!

By the ancient spirit it was said of a witch

who would take their souls.

Anyone daring to enter her wooded lair

the old man happily did declare!

 

A run down cottage on the forests boundary

the wrinkled old man sat.

Willing for money to tell you any stories

of those never seen again.

Rituals in the dead of night echoing screams

and blood in the local streams!

 

But added with a warning not wise to enter

it made him feel better.

Of course knew they would take no notice

falling asleep in his chair.

Carrying camping gear they walked slowly

as trees became more lowly!

 

Ahead they could see an open bare patch

nearby pitching their tent.

Darkness fell they had to quickly prepare

and start their adventure.

Into the surrounding woods and explore

the legends to find out more!

 

A high-pitched screeching was very clear

at first not perturbed.

Intently searching using powerful torches

and camcorders for evidence.

Approaching sounds like voices chanting

or animals deeply panting.

 

Staying in one group safety in numbers

their train of thought.

But suddenly one of the boys was taken

dragged into the trees!

His cries quickly fading into emptiness

now emotional coldness!

 

The three remaining were being compelled

towards that clearing.

Crackling of a fire preceded the rising flames

the witch watched them enter.

Once more the forest was empty and dark

nor living things it was stark!

 

The old man awoke knowing the teenagers

would never return!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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