Curiosity!

Heard the footsteps then saw it

a black mist hit him

his girlfriend said she saw it to

both yelled out shaken

were standing on the first floor

in a derelict nursing home

abandoned not very long ago

conflict within grew!

The urge to leave here strong

yet curiosity had won

on their full spectrum camera

an image was created

proof they had found evidence

in their belief a spirit

still lingering inside these walls

as a voice to them calls!

Walking down the same hallway

noticed a cupboard

its door wide open both certain

last time came this way

sure it had been completely shut

on reviewing footage

this was correct again the shadow

ahead of them did show!

Within there was no breeze at all

in this retirement home

knew many had died on their own

a depressing feeling

began to overwhelm them both

on their spirit box

for help a faint rasp voice pleaded

their bravery receded!

Certain that contact had been made

exhausted needed to leave

but would have to come back again

unfinished business did remain!

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Uncharted!

Excitedly they boarded the truck

to take them to base camp

for the start of their adventure

to explore icy wastelands

scientists and good friends bound

for uncharted ground!

 

Setting off in a heavy snow storm

rising up into the mountains

after several hours decided to stop

for the night it was tiring

placing their tents close together

protection from the weather!

 

Told wolves were known to roam

before settling down

saw lights darting in the distance

then they went to sleep

for any deadly danger not aware

or in the vicinity of any lair!

 

Communications could not be made

putting it down to weather

but after four days the team at base

became very concerned

sending a search and rescue squad

through thick snow trod!

 

The mist hung low over the mountains

came upon three tents

each badly torn in one a body laid

mutilated a look of terror

another just in night-gown bare feet

the mood became downbeat!

 

Another body found without clothes

soon two close together

frozen also mutilated fear on faces

what had happened here

then three days before anymore

such a vast area to explore!

 

The rest just in night attire here so cold

it was though they fled

in fear of their lives happening quickly

yet there were no tracks

but only of those who were deceased

not of any monstrous beast!

 

The last victim was the most bizarre

tongue and lower jaw missing

blood had been drained from her to

conspiracy theories grew

a hundred years on from that date

endures to be a weird debate!

 

Just one more unsolved mystery!

 

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Through The Mist!

Through that mist tried to touch you

but could not reach

how desperately I called your name

but you never replied

just inches from my longing embrace

seeing your beautiful face!

 

Just seemed to appeared from nowhere

on the spot we last touched

the heartache so strong deep inside

this was our first anniversary

thought you were coming back to me

but no reply to my plea!

 

That memory vivid our last evening

before we touched no more

your gentleness always and humanity

there to make the day bright

the lone attacker took my love away

your very essence he did slay!

 

That moment felt you had returned

before my eyes stood

our friends had gathered in memory

of your loss to our world

now believe there is but a thin veil

one day we shall take the trail!

 

You came but faded from my longing gaze!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

They Came!

Just a pleasant stroll in the early morning

heading to an open field so quiet

the young energetic dog lively on its run

then from nowhere they came

creatures with large bulging eyes and grey

not here with the pet to play!

 

In the rising mist in eery silence revealed

as the dog stopped running away

there in disbelief could not take in the sight

instinctively taking steps back

knowing their presence must be detected

this event totally unexpected!

 

She knew not from whence the beasts came

composure hard to sustain

reached her pickup truck heard the sound

of her dog but did not return

engine would not start as the grey creature

on her windscreen did feature!

 

Dead emotionless eyes stared directly at her

in the glove compartment

reached for a handgun instinctively aimed

the shell exploded out

shattering the screen and the aliens head

before the truck the body spread!

 

There were too many she was overwhelmed

struggling was dragged away

screams unheard from a farmhouse nearby

witnesses saw a metallic craft

hovering in the sky then in an instance gone

few aware of the phenomenon!

 

A farmer out before the break of a new dawn

discovered the damaged truck

close by a pistol lay discarded on the grass

near a black sticky gunge

nothing else was there to be seen or heard

fearful of what had occurred!

 

No bodies were found the mystery remains

the sightings from then on increased

officials said it must be weather or planes

denied anybody was missing or deceased!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Camping!

Camping on moorland just needed a break

alone with his tent and nature

or that was how it was planned to much on

falling out with partner

solitude was what had always kept him sane

this was how he wanted to remain!

 

Fresh air and a warm starry night it was good

alone without argument

never able to do the right thing he pondered

sipping his hot coffee

in his own world when he first heard a cry

like an injured animal close by!

 

Had a walk around his camp but saw nothing

the view was magnificent

sheep and ponies grazed some distance away

it was then nerves came into play

realising the isolation until now had not cared

his very well-being bared!

 

On the grassy hillside no other human near

close by was swampy ground

saw a walker heading up to his high position

surprised as there was no path

through the water-logged low ground below

seemed to be moving slow!

 

Looking forward for a chat just sat and waited

then were lost from his view

flustered got up the person he tried to locate

but they had simply gone

knew another night would have to spend here

that was certainly clear!

 

Began to miss the quarrels he had left to avoid

as the temperature dropped

settling in his tent for one more lonely night

found it hard to relax

odd noises outside made him shiver with dismay

felt he had become the prey!

 

On the other side of the thin material breathing

well thought it could be

shuffling as if somebody was slowly approaching

almost afraid to take a breath

summoned up the courage to take a quick peek

an explanation to seek!

 

Cautiously took a look a shape he could just see

red eyes stared back at him

a mist swirled upon the ground what was this

a high-pitched shriek

as the thing charged this was the end he thought

next memory woke distraught!

 

The tent had gone laid on top of his sleeping bag

at his feet saw hoof marks

in the soft grass here still completely alone

gathered his belongings

just left as quickly as he could physically walk

with other people needed to talk!

 

A few days later his body was found on a trail path

trampled as if by a hoofed animal

there were no clues to what had actually happened

his wife informed by wallet contents

another death on this land they could not explain

animals were not allowed on the terrain!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Released!

From the bomb crater the beast was released

the massive explosion scattered

shrapnel and debris outwards at high velocity

and downward deep in the ground

penetrating a long hidden uncharted cave

a hole exposed by the shock wave!

 

With the evacuation and devastation it came

nobody knew of the presence

from below the alien creature had emerged

from long confinement

awoken after thousand of centuries trapped

to the atmosphere hard to adapt!

 

Unlike all the earthbound humanoid species

this being was not carbon based

nor in a solid form looking like a dark mist

blending in with the surroundings

because of our gravity needed a host to survive

buried deep only reason alive!

 

It searched for a victim to enter and control

but the battle raged on

the explosion that had set an evil alien free

sensed few living about

desperate saw a soldier in ruins cowering

soon his mind devouring!

 

From a hunched weary man now stood tall

his eyes lit brightly

a predator filled with the long pent-up anger

could start his quest

walking along abruptly the body just dropped

a bullet in the back stopped!

 

There was nobody to transfer into felt the pain

and the end of life

back in its innate shape hovered over the scene

blending in with smoke

rising from the fires that littered far below

decided it was the moment to go!

 

Into the vacuum of space where it could survive

to wander in search

of another world that itself could easily destroy

settling on passing asteroid

leaving earth to be eradicated by its own hand

as ill winds the fires fanned!

 

With a last thought could do no more damage

than the brutality of the human rage!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

The Tattered Flag!

On the edge of an open field hung the tattered flag

the only indication of the battle

long forgotten the torment of lost innocence

or names of the fallen soldiers

one more conflict where nothing had been won

there a feeling of death still hung!

 

Bodies buried in shallow graves where each fell

young lives ended in torment

grass now covered the site and sheep grazed

where restless souls still roam

no cannon or musket fire nor smell of cordite

as two armies clash in the fight!

 

Silence is what greets the visitor to this field

pleasant during daylight hours

as the shadows lengthen a mist hangs low

and voices have been heard

crying out longingly on the endless breeze

rustling the grass and trees!

 

The tattered flag blows proudly in its salute

to those nameless soldiers

from long ago whose spirits will never leave

all those families of the fallen

remember their ancestors ultimate sacrifice

in war a cruel and futile device!

 

The tattered flag remains as a remembrance!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

The Schooner!

The tall masted schooner looked magnificent

moored on the dockside

ready to set sail on the afternoon high tide

a family owned trading ship

travelling across the busy Atlantic passage

facing natures mighty rage!

 

Carrying a variety of cargo down in its holds

the schooner was ready

besides the crew the captains family went to

together on a calm sea

excitement grew a rare chance all together

starting on their endeavour.

 

At first there were no incidents the sea calm

half way encountered a mist

worried could not avoid it were engulfed

after several hours emerged

nothing happened though the mood changed

conversing with crew strained!

 

The schooners progress hampered no wind

as it slowed then stopped

anger grew amongst the now agitated crew

mother and two children

had to stay in their cabin the captain feared

sensing a horror neared!

 

The crew turned on themselves with venom

like each were possessed.

yelling as if being chased jumping overboard

now only the four remained!

consternation consumed each single second

what would be the end?

 

That last morning they gathered for breakfast

little was said at the table

father had become extremely agitated now

but maintained a calmness

the decision to abandon the ship was made

saw the crews bodies displayed!

 

Loud bangs many voices and running  feet

hounded them venturing out

nothing there then a sound of an explosion

terror drove them to the lifeboat

expecting their vessel to quickly go down

thinking they would soon drown!

 

The children crying and their mother as well

their father the captain

started to prepare the small boat for lowering

then the weird mist returned

after it slowly passed  they had all disappeared

not a soul there when cleared!

 

Suddenly the sails filled a strong wind began to blow

the schooner started to move

crew less it began to drift onward across the sea

and many months before found

by one of the search teams tasked seek and locate

and find the schooner fate!

 

Hailing receiving no reply boarded to investigate

were dismayed to find it empty

everything in place and as if  it had been abandoned

food on the table just left

charts indicating no wind and some kind of danger

none had seen anything stranger!

 

The schooner did get to its destination being towed

it became known as the ghost ship

anybody who went on board did not stay long

never sailing again it was sealed

remaining in an undisclosed location to this day

weird noises still heard they say!

 

The Captain his family and crew were never discovered!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

The Orb!

Could not Recall locked in a cell before

or even visiting a police station.

Now here he lay petrified on his own

listening to the noisy drunks.

With time to think why he was here

should not had that last beer!

 

He never meant to kill that violent guy

it really was self-defence.

Had anybody seen him get attacked

in that empty dirty alley.

Or as the man lay still that weird mist

like an orb the size of a fist!

 

Rose into the sky entering a weird light

did he actually witness that?

Police then arrived and arrested him

not caring he was in shock.

Hours later a solicitor came to advice

his situation to analyse.

 

How to explain what only he had seen

as the man lay dead.

Coming from within his unmoving  chest

it was only one punch!

But fell heavily onto the back of his head

quickly the ground oozed red!

 

Told them everything that had happened

as two cops intently listened.

Soon returned to his cell to wait once more

until they had an autopsy result.

Not believing what he alleged had occurred

they said it sounded absurd.

 

There all night unable to sleep a single wink

told he would be released.

The man died of natural causes they said

charged him for being drunk.

Soon found himself on a damp busy street

falling asleep on his feet.

 

Not a religious sort of person never was

but surely it was not his soul.

Rising up into that place called heaven

that was only a written story!.

At this point his wife drew up in her car

where was the nearest bar?

 

Something changed in his life that night

given the gift of second sight!

 

This was a strange new beginning!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Empty House!

The police were called by scared neighbours

because of the empty house.

After hearing odd sounds and movements

it had been empty for years!

There had been a history a woman had died

foul play had been denied!

 

Not the known sounds of squatters and vandals

it was more sinister!

Effecting every soul living near the property

each feeling the danger!

An oppressive mood engulfed the entire street

even the policeman on his beat!

 

His stomach churned being afraid to go near

baffled at this development.

Pounding this patch for a long time recalling

the nice couple no kids.

Had not lived there in the house very long

never finding anything wrong.

 

It had been boarded up to stop any breakings!

reluctantly he had to check.

The front was tightly locked no entry here

there was a noise from inside.

Another officer joined him to go to the rear

approaching a voice  they did hear!

 

Running up the path thinking someone was there

finding it dark and silent!

The council arrived to remove the shutters

it was the moment to enter!

An awful smell made the two feel very sick

there was a mist so very thick!

 

A piece of a floorboard hit the policeman’s arm

reeling around nothing was there!

The mist moved very slowly gradually sinking

to about a foot off the floor.

a shape seemed to rise it was a young female

then faded there was a loud wail!

 

The second officer ran in terror from the house

leaving the beat copper alone!

Putting his torch on he could see broken wood

knowing it was time for forensics!

A body lay beneath his feet without doubt

a detailed search would find out!

 

Why had this secret been given up after so long

that question was never found.

Neither was the identification of the body

the police left baffled!

The empty house has continuing activity inside

how many more deaths does it hide?

 

The Foureyd Poet.