Alarm!

Heard the alarm thought it was morning

then the odour of acrid smoke

jolted her into realisation there was a fire

rolled out of bed stayed low

flames trying to get under the closed-door

her breathing becoming poor!

 

On the third level such a long way to jump

tried to hold the window sill

strength sapped could not grab the latch

but slid down the wall

flames had permeated the door and frame

she would die if nobody came!

 

Fire had now ignited the carpet and bedding

going into a deep sleep

smoke swirling around this must be the end

through half closed eyes

somebody rushed in felt herself being raised

knew she was being saved!

 

Unable to see anything the rescuer never spoke

yet somehow was at ease

suddenly the air was clear and sirens neared

oxygen mask placed upon her face

blankets to as she began to shiver a voice spoke

no longer did she want to choke!

 

In the ambulance they said she had a lucky escape

asked how she got herself out

told them somebody had brought her to safety

told later the building was gutted

nobody could have gotten into that apartment

was their expert judgement!

 

So who had managed to get inside nobody knew

placing her completely unharmed

on the grass in front of structure in clear view

was her life truly charmed?

 

Maybe it was a guarding angel or kindly ghost!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Mask!

The man stared reluctantly yet so intently

into the large wall mirror.

That image even repulsed his weary eyes

a face with no flesh!

His human mask was all that anybody saw

would this last for evermore?

 

His age to others always looked the same

not a decayed warrior.

Cursed by a witch a thousand years passed

for loving a king’s daughter.

Who was then sent away a prince to marry

his love would always tarry!

 

He had become weary of simply existing

feeling in isolation.

Killing to live devastating innocent victims

hurt him he wanted to die.

Not harm again for once he’d been a knight

enemy soldiers had to fight.

 

Never able to adapt to man’s changing society

without choice had coped.

Integrated into a wealthy culture being rich

allowing him his privacy.

Praying to rest surely punishment enough

becoming increasingly gruff.

 

But on the evening in his country house it changed

usually hunger on his mind.

Tonight an attractive woman kept looking his way

emotions long forgotten emerged.

Not since times passed had he boiled to this passion

arousal was back in fashion!

 

Coming closer he knew this was his long-lost love

soon she touched his arm.

How she’d come didn’t care they were together

no inhibitions bodies intertwined!

Together forged their eternal bond no longer denied

the ancient lovers quickly died!

 

Masks lifted turning to dust they returned to the earth!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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