The Calling!

Knew it was A risk in the wilderness

but had the calling to come

since he was a child this was his aim

at first the weather was fine

he had brought minimum provisions

seen this place in his visions!

 

This was his predestined lifes mission

had prayed for guidance

had worried parents from a young age

dedicated and well-studied

at twenty knew told them he must go

his family’s misgivings did show!

 

That morning he set off on his mission

rode his rebuilt motorbike

an emotional parting then he was gone

happy that day had come

parked then carried a large backpack

heading up the twisty track!

 

Now absorbed by natural surroundings

within his own thoughts

seemed oblivious to the many creatures

was contented raising his arms

praying loudly and walked as if guided

all needs would be provided!

 

Had no doubt waited his whole life for this

by the fast pure waterfall

drank the pure nectar and settled down

nightfall rapidly approached

under the stars at last he was satisfied

his future would not be denied!

 

He had no fear knew god protected him

this was a hallowed ground

here was untainted by mans savage hand

within was purified of his sins

now with the power and love in his soul

was ready to accept his role!

 

Headed home ready to become the good priest!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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Simply!

The bottle simply fell off the high shelf

as the barmaid poured a drink

this was in the lounge bar of a hotel

grade one listed building

with a history of phenomena reported

and stories of love thwarted!

 

Much had been proved to be natural

sounds created by the wood

creaking expanding and contracting

drafts from old windows

letting cold air chill the weary visitor

who had not been here before!

 

To those staff who had been here awhile

they had got more use to it

though parts of the hotel were off limit

they were scared to enter

shadows and sensations of dread within

tested their professional discipline!

 

An ancient coaching inn with a dark past

extended over the centuries

main route to London saw highwaymen

regularly robbing stage coaches

villains often hanged passengers killed

to those near the bones it chilled!

 

Items thrown or going missing routine

but the recording was proof

an entity roamed the bars and corridors

blurry but it looked like a female

in flowing dress came into view gliding

for them the proof providing!

 

Also seen in the upper bedrooms area

others had said they had seen

bodies hanging from a gnarled oak tree

in the cobbled courtyard

so many hidden secrets still to be told

gruesome terrors to behold!

 

The inn drew the curios and series investigator

amateur and professional facilitator!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Imposing!

It had an imposing image for a new hospital

though in developement accidents

during construction of the district infirmary

even on its opening day

injuries caused by more structural damage

was annoying at this stage!

 

Nothing would get in the way of the progress

prestige pride most of all money

forced the building on no matter the sacrifice

only a few knew the real truth

how it was pushed through breaking the law

not for a second did they pause!

 

The land was not of a suitable consistency

as beneath it had been excavated

some years before an object was retrieved

quickly by an unknown group

who arrived rapidly taking it from the site

in the middle of a summer’s night!

 

Locals were never informed of what it was

or who had whisked it away

rumours of an alien craft and high radiation

were never answered

it had always had a mystical evil reputation

and a strong feeling of intimidation!

 

Nobody would go near the open land in fear

so it caused a huge debate

when the new hospital was then approved

now the day was finally here

its doors were opened and with trepidation

entered with a nervous hesitation!

 

Impressed by the splendour they gathered

in the huge entrance lobby

the medical director was on a raised podium

cynically smiling at them

the commotion was faint at first few heard

soon none could hear a word!

 

Staff not at the opening started shouting

as if warning of danger

screams became shrill as the groups met

mayhem rapidly ensued

creatures like large moths were overhead

swooping as people fled!

 

Grabbing anybody with their long claws

taking them up high

dropping them on to the polished floor

crashing onto the crowd

those who could get out were attacked

beasts with weapons hacked!

 

From the grounds other snake-like things

slid towards those trapped

senior directors tried to make a getaway

found there was no escape

with so many of the dignitaries present

were hell bound sent!

 

As it had begun it ended the beasts vanished

leaving devastation behind

everyone concerned with its creation had gone

the hospital was unsafe

those still alive got away never to return here

a supernatural power involved clear!

 

It now stands abandoned a reminder of events

a grotesque cursed building

that only the foolish would even contemplate

approaching let alone enter

strange sightings and weird sounds reported

sceptics say natural sounds distorted!

 

No explanation for the events have been given

for investigators their curiosity is driven!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Beginning!

For the novice investigator this was the first

investigation he had ever been on

but hoped this would be only the introduction

as yet uncertain how it would feel

was consistently sceptic with an open mind

that hoped soon would be defined!

 

Apprehensive sitting in the car with experienced

members of the paranormal group

heading towards their chosen haunted location

was a moment for him to savor

as the ominous grey walls of the castle loomed

his imagination was consumed!

 

Stopping in the car park the walls were so high

and the imagination strong

seeing soldiers peering from the battlements

ready to defend the castle

as the rest of the team arrived reality dawned

and the investigation was spawned!

 

No mediums were involved within the group

more of a scientific approach

once the site briefing had been completed

the night’s hunting now under way

now it was the real action or so he thought

as for the unknown he sought!

 

In the different locations he sat very patiently

listening for any unusual noises

or see movements in the complete darkness

which seemed an odd request

armed with a torch and camcorders nearby

being more sensitive than the eye!

 

Digital recorders hoping to pick up unseen voices

almost afraid to cough or breath

this did not seem like all those television shows

with knocks and bangs and orbs

acting intelligently a manifesting spirit we are told

at this moment on this was not sold!

 

Yet it was exciting to be really there not watching

willing for something to happen

apart from the odd noise that was probably natural

everything  to him was normal

the lead investigator said he saw a shape on the wall

to him looked sharp and tall!

 

But for the new investigator nothing was to be seen

told a spirit was  next to him

and a shadowy figure was close behind following

he neither felt nor saw anything

the odd chill ran up his spine probably just dread

he might be amongst the dead!

 

The  investigation eventually came to a conclusion

around three in the morning

the group not believe in having all night sessions

as imagination through being tired

could contaminate evidence that had been found

this seemed logically sound!

 

It was only the beginning for the enthusiastic cub

and he hoped many chances

would occur when he might  meet those passed

after all this was why he joined

leaving certainly could not wait for the next event

positive in his future intent!

 

He knew this was only the beginning!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Terrifying!

The large empty field next to the motorway

lay unused until workmen arrived

there was a fear houses would be built here

instead large solar panels appeared

covering the once wide open fertile farmland

even the council did not understand!

 

An international company had bought the site

to erect these panels for electricity

intending to cover many more fields of green

that spoilt the natural contour

some conspirators were sure there was  more

in their plans a hidden flaw!

 

Risking being caught to observe the progress

security was very tight there

unmarked trucks delivered tons of equipment

and a small building took shape

the massive array aimed at an angle to the sun

a fence erected the work done.

 

It seemed a legitimate project yet it felt wrong

even at night the panels glowed

to each of the gathered group they pondered

was this a guidance beacon

or some sinister portal connecting the planets

this notion made them perplexed!

 

To them the complex had an inhuman appearance

vehicles with unusual markings

patrolled the fields and high electrical fencing

yet could find no information

nothing should be on this body of  pasture land

definitely something underhand!

 

 

The daily hustle and bustle continued close by

in the day nobody was visible

the group had tried to contact the ministry

yet never receiving a reply

a theory began to formulate in their wrangling

into what were they all tangling?

 

One day as the sunset inside the only building

it started to glow and hum

the panels slowly turned into a massive circle

next tilting directly upwards

a blinding light pierced the upper atmosphere

the colour blue pure and clear!

 

That surge of  immense power physically hit them

a spectacle that lasted seconds

but left an impression bring abhorrence mankind

a terrifying form of space travel

had begun it would bring the earth to destruction

by humans own construction!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Dwelling!

The dwelling seemed fine on moving in

not believing in spirits or ghosts

nineteen seventies construction of brick

small but adequate for one

noticed it always had an irksome chill

told nobody had died or been ill!

 

Occasionally the unscheduled eery noises

the feeling of being watched

finding it freezing even with heating on

from storage heaters to gas

with no difference to temperature drops

particularly in the cold spots!

 

 

Thoughts of natural explanations remained

always sceptical to the end

that odd tapping sound on the bedroom door

may well have made them shiver

in the back of your mind an element of doubt

subconsciously wanting to shout!

 

Doors closing and opening must be air pressure

surely was the logical reason

often questioning the state of your own sanity

as items disappear only to turn up

your phone moved from the table perplexing

now on a lower shelf really vexing!

 

I wait to see if my imagination is the route cause

or if there is a spiritual clause!

 

As I alone live within this dwelling!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Rivers Flowing!

Through  natural evolution the rivers flow

normal levels acceptably low

gently meandering across the fallow land

unobtrusive without demand

normally mankind’s friend just co-existing

no threats persisting!

 

But with these changes in climatic margins

patterns of disaster it brings

high winds and rain on a ferocious scale

leaving Homo sapiens frail

unable to cope the onslaught of power

all they can do is cower!

 

Tranquillity a fading part of expectation

uncertainty and consternation

routine a longed for dream of past years

many brought to tears

as property and lives are washed away

creation has no rules to obey!

 

A fine distinction from peace to total war

we are but brittle straw

easily soaked and flushed into the drains

unable to control the rains

no respect for damage on earth imposed

as options for survival posed!

 

As the misery of the weather vastly increases

and society crumbles into pieces

nature and mans induced calamities multiply

how many millions will die?

 

Will mankind nature or aliens cause our demise?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Looking Down!

Looking down at my young clear skin

full of energy and hope

innocent not seeing any fear around

a life time ahead of me

then no internet nor mobile phones

robots and human clones!

 

Less complicated not the pressures

vinyl records and cassettes

shops closed Sundays families spoke

safe for children outside

being able to grow in natural stages

not endless exam pages!

 

Today I look down at my ageing skin

struggling to keep warm

nobody calls or ever bothers to visit

harder to pay rising bills

families split lacking close support

respect no longer taught!

 

The elderly are considered a burden

in this faltering society

where corruption affects everybody

greed no compassion

services shut for lack of funds its said

on egg shells we do tread`!

 

Life may have been hard but people cared

kindness and help freely shared!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

From The House!

From the house under the shadow of the hill

the couple lived there

for several years looked to the grassy slopes

having an inexplicable dread

that one day something to fear would descend

with no hope to defend!

 

Together on its summit had contentedly sat

enjoying panoramic views

open grass lands where sheep lazily grazed

everything in perfect place

then the natural order seemed to prevail

nobody believed their tale!

 

They went on looking and waiting for the event

as others simply ignored them

after that first slight tremor they both knew

the moment had arrived

on a bright day the sky began to go very dark

a date humans would mark!

 

The premature darkness passed as the huge craft

came slowly over the hill

their years of fear realised the invasion was here

most panicked and fled

waves of small craft then spewed out from within

mans nightmare would soon begin!

 

As the first casualties and explosions began to happen

below the nice small house

a new life began they had prepared for this eventuality

settling in their fitted bunker

where both stayed safe and unharmed until they died

the enemy the couple had defied!

 

Above the shattered world overrun by alien marauders

disintegrated as the enemy moved on!

 

The Foureyed Poet.