Started!

Started like any other weekend with three mates

worked hard in the week

so why not have fun when your work was done

met in the town centre

just after ten in the evening at their favourite bar

after that the night became bazaar!

 

Music loud the booze flowed and they all flirted

with the girls behind the bar

until a stunning woman came over for a chat

as she mesmerized the trio

at the beginning friendly and macho chitchat

thinking she was a pussy cat!

 

But the rivalry began as jealousy was exhibited

she was enjoying teasing them

this was when she offered the small purple pills

they assumed she was a dealer

but alcohol had muddled their thought process

took them as over her did obsess!

 

At some point walked away her task completed

the chemicals quickly acted

his mates collapsed onto the crowded dance floor

medical help called but too late

both had a seizure their life forces ceased to exist

their destruction could not resist!

 

Somehow he managed to leave once in the air fell

unconscious on the littered street

everybody walked around this drunken reveller

as he found himself in a field

relaxed with no head ache on a bright sunny day

with the smell of fresh-cut hay!

 

No noise of music or lights or that crowded bar

his last clear memory

seemed real how had he been transported here

confused stood upon the field

as towards him a familiar female now appeared

that for some reason feared!

 

She spoke coming up closely to his surprised face

glad you survived my potion

into my world you are the one I want to share

her face changed to a grotesque mask

she exposed fangs bit into his neck felt the pain

the adrenaline filled his brain!

 

Darkness then flashing blinding colours erupted

screaming violently thrashing about

awoke with a jolt in a fast food outlet dazed

opposite the woman sat staring

two coffees on the grubby table gripped his hand

was this a permanent dreamland?

 

Drink your coffee its time for us to hunt and feed!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Maybe!

Maybe it was just chance or a well-played plan

but like a fairy tale the woman

became acquainted with the much older man

making him spill his coffee

with that virtuous flicker of long eyelashes

that upon his jacket splashes!

 

A slight blush as it was he who apologised

their eyes met and he was smitten

caught was it chemistry or a hidden agenda

to him it was magical luck

had recently got divorced that still really hurt

how good it felt to once again flirt!

 

Blinded by a beautiful woman chatted happily

both becoming touchy feely

drunk more than he usually did that evening

had verbal diarrhea was happy

remembered walking out with this female

from there it was a memory fail!

 

With a jolt awoke in a bed with white sheets

alone his clothes strewn around

a trail of water droplets led to the bathroom

with a throbbing headache

his desperation to vomit and pee was intense

as none of this did make any sense!

 

Staggering through the open door at the sink

the trail ended on the steamy mirror

a word Sucker written saw his own pasty face

then a dark figure from behind

hit him over the head again lost consciousness

last thought his future ominous!

 

Aroused with a slap and loud shouting in his ear

handcuffed to a bare dirty table

two men sat staring from across the small room

demanding to know where she was

where had he hidden the body of their comrade

confused at the question so afraid!

 

His thoughts scrambled by drugs drink and brutality

engulfed in a bizarre situation

here with no answers help or any means of escape

vague flashes of a bar and a girl

as the pain in his head began to get more intense

nothing to him made any sense!

 

After endless questions the interrogation stopped

dragged and thrown into a cell

he had been a banker who had let his guard down

and given them pass codes

while he had been detained had ransacked his flat

of no more use he was hit with a bat!

 

A week later his remains were pulled out of the river

back in the same up market bar

a young woman approached the middle-aged man

he was an executive of a large firm

how his ego was raised as she smiled and spoke

then gently his hand she did stroke!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Deep Feeling!

That deep feeling of doom gripped her as she entered

the vast busy rail station terminal

on her way to see friends she had not seen for years

everything seemed well as she waited

for the train to arrive sat happily as people hurried by

hoping the time would fly!

 

Started to doze having to get up so early still so tired

but thoughts of panic soon woke her up

a chill slowly descended on her body so had to stand

everything seemed to be hyper sensitive

footsteps the people talking everything was hazy

was she actually going crazy!

 

Tried calling he sister but there was no signal at all

looking up at the time-table board

saw the train was due in made her way to the track

pulling her case on tiny wheels

even that was heavier than normal just wanted rest

there was a deep memory suppressed!

 

Placed her case in the luggage rack near carriage door

a little easier in the comfortable seat

how her head now hurt what could she not remember

could not recall what she did last night

began to feel tense as the train pulled out the station

her blank mind causing frustration!

 

As the train picked up speed she had flashes of images

like a bullet hit her confused brain

saw a man making love with her both stark naked

images of an object put in her case

handed a mobile telephone told she must get the train

her composure she must maintain!

 

Those early feelings of well-being were now long gone

she was here for another purpose

who was she really somebody had got into her mind

the mobile started to ring loudly

a text message simply read it is your time this day

then clearly knew no running away!

 

It was a loud explosion that rocked the quiet town!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Lake!

Upon the lake the water swirled

as being drained away

on the shore two anglers stood

patiently casting lines

a huge ripple became a shower

making the men cower!

 

Knocked off their feet as it fell

cascading down like rain

the tranquil lake had erupted

startled they laid

for seconds both were dazed

with the event fazed!

 

Shaken got up and witnessed

a luminous procession

of  beings gliding over water

from a disk hovering

no sound a ghostly apparition

focused on a mission!

 

Or so it was how they described

leaving their gear

running away that chilly night

others reported it to

that baffling unexpected sight

emitting a spectral light!

 

Into the surrounding tree line

the images vanished

so did the craft had it returned

to a murky lake bed

or just a memory from history

was the nagging mystery!

 

Many brave or foolish searched

through following days

yet no evidence could be found

above or below the lake

raised radiation levels detected

the whole area infected!

 

Too many questions unanswered

without real proof

but this was only the beginning

of the phenomenon

as the investigations continued

for proof they pursued!

 

Unexplained phenomena emerged

on the area converged!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Aftermath!

Another day of much interaction between people

a more temperate climate

an air of happiness and a harmony abounded

streets crowded with shoppers

that opened up into a large communal space

with tables and chairs in place!

 

The terrorists blended in with everybody else

no suspicion or worries

nor did they see him receive from a woman

wearing a long summer coat a gun

or from his backpack swiftly fit a cartridge clip

and his calm demeanor flip!

 

Within seconds targeting and spraying the crowd

those hit falling to the ground

joy and harmony gone as in blind panic scattered

the gunman running and shooting

as if knowing in which direction he wanted to head

leaving the wounded and dead!

 

What seems like an eternity the sirens can be heard

yet through the alleyways he runs

with no opposition except a few foolhardy men

trying in vain to stop the rampage

as police armed units now converge on his position

to kill him the only decision!

 

Within what seemed hours but only thirty minutes

the terrorist lay still in the road

while the medics and police accesses the aftermath

of another senseless attack

on the innocent for some perverted and evil cause

none present allowed their resolve to pause!

 

Another search started urgently for the perpetrators

who had caused more appalling murders!

 

In memory to all the innocent fallen in a world that

should know peace love and unity!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Iron Gates!

It was a day trip to the big city

an adventure alone

sites to see an evening show

a voice in her head

guiding the girl like navigation

to an odd destination!

 

Outside two large iron gates

found herself stood

rusting and was there alone

she see the crowds

on the main road nearby

here wondering why?

 

Being summer it was daylight

behind an empty site

used over centuries for burial

shivered saw a figure

coming quickly in her direction

no time for reflection!

 

Though a cobbled stone street

heard no sounds

now approaching saw the face

monstrous it passed

walked right through the gates

wishing she had skates!

 

Scared seemed to be cornered

more shadowy figures

coming wearing dark cloaks

close behind a hearse

a procession into her view

the panic within grew!

 

Lined up at the iron gates

as if poised waiting

deep inside had memories

drawn to the hearse

there on the name plate

for her did wait!

 

That voice was her own

here they poised

to take her back home

being long dead

was ever a restless soul

often out of control!

 

Her spirit roamed streets

possessing women

just for a very short while

before once more

laying in the graveyard

where the dead guard!

 

The lady in white a legend

was often seen

had died of a broken heart

but nobody knew

that by invading the living

a short time reliving!

 

For years it was a mystery

by the iron gates

young unconscious women

were found slumped

with memory loss perplexed

and demeanor vexed!

 

The locals do not venture near

those iron gates so austere!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

I Could Have Sworn!

I could have sworn somebody came in

through the restaurant door.

Maybe it was a simple trick of the light

or a reflection within!

This was my initial thought soon I forgot

partying with a rowdy lot.

 

During the evening from the corner of my eye

definitely could have sworn.

Something was moving about the noisy party

too much drink flowed.

Was that causing visions in the atmosphere

my thoughts were not clear.

 

The party rapped early in the morning I sat

viewing the restaurant.

When a lady appeared on a chair next to me

though I was drunk!

But I was polite and flattered she was there

where from I didn’t care!

 

We chatted for a while I must have dozed off

waking she had disappeared.

That memory would have been forgotten

but I went for a meal.

And noticed portraits of her everywhere

unsure why I wasn’t aware!

 

Speaking to the staff I was surprised to learn

she had founded the place.

But had been murdered here two years ago

shot at this very table!

As I looked something again walked close by

did I hear a dying cry?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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