The Shelter!

The shelter stood on a country road

like a wooden covered hut

several bodies had been found inside

as if they had fallen asleep

there was no light the bulb long blown

not a place to be on your own!

 

Just passing made your being shudder

hoping you would never

wait for a bus in that dilapidated shack

or even breakdown either

accidents to often happened in its shade

animals there never strayed!

 

Locals well aware of legendary dangers

but tourists often stopped here

besides those who were deeply morose

it had a fascination with them

nowhere else did such a shelter exist

as the deaths here did persist!

 

In the last century few had researched

upon this spot a hanging post

before this a sacrificial altar was thought

to be on this very cursed blot

but whether you really believed it or not

the facts read like a very dark plot!

 

To this day the shelter still bleakly stands

those who tried to investigate

could not find an answer yet felt morose

in and around the structure

in the modern days of high technology

had no clues to this mythology!

 

There is so much in this realm unknown!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Text!

The smart phone loudly whistled in her handbag

indicating she had a message

thinking it was the boyfriend sending a text

was very eager to read it

found two creepy anonymous words written

her pulse did quicken!

 

It just simply read “Fear Me” what did it mean

glancing around suspiciously

at everybody she could see in the noisy bar

most were dancing or drunk

kept the text from the group but stayed close

inside was becoming morose!

 

As those around became evermore inebriated

began to feel really isolated

she received another message “You Look Nice”

this put her into a hyper state

sounds and actions bombarded her senses

increasing preservation defenses!

 

Unlike the rest of her friends was not drunk

at first thought it a prank

now seemed to be more sinister a real threat

those feelings of paranoia

began to eat at her rationality had to be alert

or could be fatally hurt!

 

Those once friendly faces had become suspects

she just wanted to leave

the others never noticed her cautiously go

jumped as another text

had been sent reluctantly read what it said

panicky “To My Arms You Tread”!

 

Near the exit she recognised the doorman

had once gone out with him

felt a little awkward every time they met

but had to tell somebody

showed him the text asked him to stay near

thinking the sender maybe here!

 

She phoned for a taxi her ex said he would wait

as it was his break

noticed how close he had become touching

backing slowly away

realised it was him went onto the street to wait

thoughts of the moment to collate!

 

The taxi seemed to be taking a long time to come

a tightness around her arm

hurting knew this was the man she had trusted

forcibly was pushing her

into an alley saying he never wanted them to part

wanted to have a fresh start!

 

Tried to break free from his superior strength

heard a familiar voice call

her boyfriend was here managed to shout loudly

as he came into view the man

let the woman go free into the boyfriend’s arms

ran to his welcoming charms!

 

Together left arms linked still filled with a dread

at what might have been

it would be months before the events could tell

changing the phone number

never venturing back to that once familiar bar

it left a permanent mental scar!

 

Twelve months later the man she had once known

was found dead circumstances unknown!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ninth!

The eight soldiers entered the helicopter

destined for a covert mission

leaving base silently  in the early hours

for a mission into enemy terrain

an experienced battle hardened team

regarded in high esteem!

 

With no indication anything was wrong

yet each soldier had anxiety

that they would never openly display

their emotions had  to control

the signal came nearing dropping zone

now entering the unknown!

 

As they slid quickly down the long ropes

there was a ninth shape

that dropped with them onto the sand

following the group into action

and to buildings on the town periphery

the beginning of the mystery!

 

They were tense the adrenaline pumping

their mission to extract

two recently captured special forces officers

from a terrorist compound

a dangerous task yet they were distracted

that with them it interacted!

 

As the team edged nearer they spread out

to cover each others position

two were snipers who were here to eliminate

any guards on their way

drawing near distinct footsteps came close

made them feel tense and morose!

 

Unable to speak being in the danger zone

now the outline of the soldier

could be seen who was the uninvited guest

now far too late to abort

the window of opportunity was so very fine

into action went the nine!

 

Through winding alleyways  stealthily ran

night vision guiding their progress

until the target came into view they halted

each trying hard to focus

sensing the entity hovering in the shadows

the concentration narrows!

 

With the men in their positions the order is given

and they enter the compound

stun grenades deployed any opposition silenced

aiming for the specific rooms

only to find the men were nowhere to be seen

a situation not foreseen!

 

Trying to exit quickly gunfire held them back

realising it was a preplanned trap

split in two groups unsure of the opposition

heard voices and more gun fire

moving slowly forward came into the open air

as the ninth soldier stood there!

 

Waving his hand as if wanting them to follow

the four glanced at each other

out into the alleyways once more scurried

certainly not their planned route

firing could be heard close by as they united

eight commando delighted!

 

Following the ninth unknown member to safety

soon on the open ground

stood in a circle thanking god they were all safe

disappointed the mission failed

thoughts turned to the guardian showing the way

from that deadly fray!

 

On cue the helicopter dropped from the dark sky

and they got on board waiting

from the shadows the outline of the ninth soldier

seemed to jump on with the team

yet nobody was seen but each knew he was there

their comrade felt no fear!

 

Even from beyond the grave the soldier’s spirit stayed

to guide his living compatriots

forever on the battle lines ready to give his support

on landing none would tell

of the soldier that certainly helped them to survive

who would believe a ghost kept them alive!

 

Who the ninth spirit was never did get discovered!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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