Mortality!

There are times when our mortality is really felt

traumatic experiences as in wars

when for those whom you care do not return

or an unexpected terrorist act

without warning are taken in everyday life

this is becoming more rife!

 

The moment of the funeral cortege and draped

or flower covered coffins

that empty feeling loved ones forever missing

those growing epitaphs

annual memorial services and minute silence

recharges our defiance!

 

Never forgotten they live on within us all evermore!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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Unholy Beasts!

The vicar stood at the entrance to his church

was confronted by the body

of a woman a cross had pierced her heart

he did not recognise her

the silver cross he knew was from the altar

his faith did briefly falter!

 

He was sure only half an hour ago he saw it

checked within it had gone

tried to phone the authorities really shaken

the phone line only crackled

returned the body was no longer laying there

at the blood could only stare!

 

The sun beat down as the church clock chimed

striking twelve midday

looked around at the many neat rows of graves

something caught his eye

bravely walking towards this small object

nearing it stood erect!

 

Looked like a gargoyle an ancient inhuman beast

the female body lay torn apart

the silver cross flung aside blood spattered

retreating it sped away

from this position he could see many more

an infestation could not ignore!

 

Tightly holding his bible he had been carrying

went into the sanctuary

of his church slamming forcefully the oak door

heard quiet  gentle talking

a couple sat admiring the carvings unconcerned

as he approached turned!

 

Smiling as a young woman joined them worried

her friend she could not find

the vicar heard what she said regrettably knew

where had they come from

high-pitched screeching spoilt the tranquillity

as he felt the encroaching hostility!

 

Remembering work had just started on the crypt

in the basement of the church

why did they leave him alone could not figure

the family stood disturbed

would have to tell them the truth and confide

what was massing outside!

 

Whatever these abominable manifestations were

there seemed no escape

tears were heavy at hearing a friend had expired

noise increased panic grew

clear they could not cross the church’s holy line

he needed a divine sign!

 

Were these sent here from satan’s nefarious domain

before the simple altar he prayed

afraid this was the beginning of man’s final stand

the family knelt in veneration

at the same moment each felt the slight tremor

which soon became a roar!

 

Items fell from around the ancient parish church

books magazines pews tipped

then above their heads the large cross crashed

in front of them staying upright

the face of Christ was at their eye level glowing

at that moment faith flowing!

 

Everything went still a calm was now restored

standing in unison they hugged

the vicar made his way to the door opening it

walking into the chilly air

a layer of white clouds covered the blue sky

he raised his arms up high!

 

He could heard a soft voice calling out for help

looking around the headstones

saw lots of scorch marks then nothing else

then the young woman

who had been butchered found sat on a seat

clothed but with bare feet!

 

She smiled brightly as her friend approached

faded into the surroundings

they all had witnessed this wonderful sight

a bond between them grown

they left in peace promising to come back

with her family and memorial plaque!

 

The vicar watched them go united in reverence

what they had experienced was intense!

 

Their lives had been changed forever!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

Hotel!

From the outside looking sparkling revitalised

hotel newly renovated after a fire.

Destroyed it inside empty for twenty-five years

home to drug users and vagrants!

A long history of violence dogged with grief

an enigma cursed was the belief!

 

Murders unexplained disappearances reported

stories that enthralled the public.

No doubt some magnified to increase interest

this changed as building work began!

Slowing down progress and pressing deadline

a falling wall broke a workers spine!

 

Human bones were found under the basement floor

and at the bottom of the lift shaft!

Some swore they were pushed down the stairs

yet nobody was ever seen there.

Work crews refused to enter making publicity bad

making the owners very mad!

 

Most of the incidents were never told to the public

until the grand opening day!

Locals knew of its jaded and frightening past

the media mixed in with guests.

Filling the large impressive restaurant and bar

the unseen would be the star!

 

As the opening was going well guests having fun

the mayor had re-opened the hotel.

First sign of trouble as balloons fell unprompted

from the ceiling it went dark.

Alarms sounded that indicating there was a fire

the situation seemed dire!

 

An evacuation plan was immediately put into action

removing the many gathered inside.

Furniture and crockery began to be flung all about

flames and smoke could be smelt!

Most got out before the fire doors slammed tight

the new owners a terminal plight!

 

This time it burnt to the ground and collapsed

no way to rise up again.

The site was levelled turned into a memorial

to those lost over the years.

Nothing would grow the birds would never sing

only misery did the building bring!

 

Even to this day if anybody went to near the plot

the evil can be sensed the ground still hot!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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