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 him on the bed

on his pillow placed her head!

 

Too  tired to be roused or concerned with her warning

but surprised at the whimpering

that made him sense she had been scared by something

sitting up she jumped down

gave him that look to follow with trepidation complied

where was she guiding him felt petrified!

 

The pure air and landscape hit was a wonderful feeling

this was short lived as Betsy guided him

to his 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 his cell phone

recording the image and words as proof

that something fearsome co-existed in the wilderness

there were no tracks on the ground

nor signs or sounds that could give him any evidence

that feeling of being watched grew 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?

 

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Deep Waters!

Not even a ripple disturbed the dark deep waters

of the secluded mysterious inland lake

stories had been told for centuries of a monster

that roamed the deep below

open grassland swept down to the lapping shore

rising to the high mountainous contour!

 

Deep murky water that kept its secrets hidden

cold and unforgiving to humans

who had searched its depths for endless decades

certain the beast was within

many sightings and hoaxes kept the legend viable

not really classified as reliable!

 

But the stream of monster seekers was constant

hoping to get their glimpse of it

whatever swam and lived there below covertly

yet no conclusive evidence found

driftwood birds rippling waves it was suggested

as no beast in the waters infested!

 

Yet there is an element of possibility that lingers

those who live around the waters

seemed to believe and that underlining disquiet

it existed there beneath

a respect for what is part of their ancient folklore

that simmer’s all along the lakeshore!

 

They deeply feel this is not a mythical creature

and maybe is able to be camouflaged

observing man fearful of his ominous presence

or is there a magical reality here

they watch waiting with cameras peering eyes

endlessly from dusk to sunrise!

 

Has somebody caught sight and their claim denied

without doubt not wrongly identified!

 

What does prowl beneath the deep dark waters?

 

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Jean!

There the elderly woman sat staring

watching the daily surge

of humanity walking and driving by

not able now to converse

within their own perpetual routine

few ever noticed Jean!

 

When she was young an open space

a village small so quaint

there with parents and four siblings

father a farm labourer

mother the house was her domain

never did she complain!

 

It may have been a humble abode

such a long time ago

reminiscing of years long passed

now the only survivor

had never known any other home

never wanted to roam!

 

For the few who dared to glance

to see what was within

usually saw the derelict eyesore

a decaying old house

boarded up tight well protected

years before erected!

 

Oddly the large lounge room window

was partly uncovered

where Jean sat watching as always

her spirit here remained

it was her home did not want to leave

still existed did believe!

 

Some sure there was something here

a shadowy outline

how the decades passed so quickly by

as the legend grew

of a ghostly figure sometimes seen

not realising it was Jean!

 

Here the dead observed the living!

 

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Diamond Star!

The recently renovated sailing ship

looked magnificent

as it sailed into the busy seaport

a notorious pirate ship

once its bloody history folklore

on many an island’s shore!

 

Through public and private funds

centuries on pristine

here for its first completed view

and pick up the crew

a chance for many to re-engage

life from a bygone age!

 

Every detail carefully replicated

much was original

creating a realism it was reborn

those who worked

upon her all had that perception

from the conception!

 

This was more than just a project

for good or pure evil

the past had literally come back

to haunt those onboard

most glad to disembark her decks

knowing it was hexed!

 

The owners wanted these thoughts

kept totally quiet

as it came into dock to loud cheers

a girl on the quay

saw a wispy shape upon the mast

the curse was cast!

 

She was in a group of thirty teenagers

on a weeks adventure

A member of a local sea cadet brigade

excited about the trip

along with the others so eager to start

and for the ship to depart!

 

With more waving from all those watching

gracefully it sailed

towards the open sea as they all cheered

similar to long ago

the original maiden voyage leaving port

the atmosphere caught!

 

Diamond star was meant to be a trader

but on her first run

was attacked and captured by pirates

who killed the crew

then had a new vessel for their crimes

even then violent times!

 

During the first few day it went wrong

without warning saw

blood stains appearing on cabin walls

bodies to then faded away

footsteps and voices when nobody there

driving them all to despair!

 

The youngsters becoming very scared

trapped in small spaces

violent unseen hands harming physically

scratching and pushing

down stairways and objects were thrown

trapped in the unknown!

 

Their only chance get to the lifeboats

the senior members

went ahead followed by everyone else

swinging them outward

noticed the helm turning as if controlled

as the sails began to unfold!

 

Ropes and pulleys moving seemingly unaided

the wind was picking up

lowering two lifeboat the teenagers got in

the ship was functioning

as the last of them were safely on the sea

at last felt safe and free!

 

It turned away from them and the Jolly Roger

flapped in the rising wind

disappearing into the distance fading from site

leaving them drifting

unable to comprehend what had taken place

gone without a trace!

 

Being a busy shipping lane were soon rescued

with a tale hard to believe

the Diamond Star had started a new journey

into another dimension

sailed by the pirate crew soon a legend grew

the whole truth nobody ever knew!

 

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Dog Walk!

It was a pleasant sunny and warm sunday

the couple were out walking

on a trail with their two labrador puppies

who were a long way ahead

chatting happily hand in hand without care

the day together did share!

 

Neither noticing the tree foliage thickening

or that nobody had passed

it was their weekends that they enjoyed

only just moving to the village

no knowledge of this part of the rural wood

in which they now stood!

 

If  they had spoken to any local in the village

maybe a different route

might have been chosen for this rest day walk

a beast that roamed here

visitors had been found badly mutilated within

was another killing about to begin?

 

Of course there was no warning neither knew

first hint of any trouble

the barking stopped and yelp’s of pain and fear

came from their pets ahead

then no noise could be heard only rustling trees

from calmness to unease!

 

A strong urge to run but not without their dogs

in turmoil heard a bark

together headed towards the faint pitiful sound

approaching saw blood and fur

there one of the pups stood over the remains

itself covered in blood stains!

 

Hesitant to go near being an unexpected scene

shaken by the gruesome sight

the pet snarled as if daring them to come closer

movement surrounding them

certain in the shadows something was observing

the terror increasingly disturbing!

 

Slowly backing away from the agitated puppy

thinking was it really a killer

a presence then showed itself coming into view

from behind a rotting tree stump

a huge black cat appeared fiery red eyes stared

and fanged teeth bared!

 

Claws in the ground did plough lunging forward

snatched the small dog

throwing it to one side the woman screamed

as it was flight or die

without thought through undergrowth crashed

on a rock her head bashed!

 

Her husband struggling to pick up her still body

as he blindly tripped on

then saw the trail once more felt the breath

of the beast on his heels

exhausted rapid heart beat clothes and skin

ripped just had to win!

 

In sight the edge of the tree line was visible

adrenaline drove him ever on

but exhaustion overtook him he collapsed

on the ground they lay

like discarded rag dolls sprawled in the dirt

broken and seriously hurt!

 

Eventually would be found yet another chapter

in the woods rural legend

but there was no clues found a major factor

for cause of injury a story without end!

 

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The Pub Sign!

The Pub sign depicted a horned devil like creature

the exterior had an unwelcome feel

this was the attraction to visitors the weird feature

it certainly had that ghoulish appeal

rumours told of witchcraft and human sacrifice

the entire building was not nice!

 

Sacrificial blood its said was used to paint the sign

implements of torture and knives

adorned dark walls of irregular and uneven design

where a stench of death survives

from every corner there seems some movement

often faint voices in torment!

 

Hooded figures are often seen inside and without

though often considered spectral

stories suggest some are mortal creating doubt

in caves below the cult goes on

the practice never ended the dead cannot rest

and with visitors emotions jest!

 

The village a hamlet lost in a medieval time line

the old pub the central core

the church now a ruin after going into decline

an unexplained fire years before

the pub sign draws your attention like a beacon

causing resistance to weaken!

 

Yet the tourists come in search of its unholy past

even the sceptics leave unnerved

tainted by questions of  its history the legend cast

whatever the truth its observed

that repugnant awareness takes away rationality

that has led to insanity!

 

It start with the first glance of The Pub Sign!

 

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Conspiracy Or Fact?

Over fifty years have passed since those shots

echoed over the excited crowds

a nation’s history changed course ever after

and another conspiracy born

a president assassinated in an american state

forever creating major debate!

 

The killer they told the world was only one

but within two days he died

conflicting facts to this day never added up

many theories linger on

why did most witnesses have fatal accidents

resulting from these events?

 

The one fact most seem to agree the grass bank

gun fire came from its top

where a man height fence went the whole length

a wound angle confirmed

yet debate rages on who really was the killer

more intrigue than a fiction thriller!

 

The burning question who was actually behind it

to most has never been proved

there are many theories and reconstructions

adding fuel creating a legend

born from that shocking and infamous day

where conspiracy will not go away!

 

Can it be said the truth one day will be told

we wait to see if it does unfold!

 

The Foureyed Poet.