Peace And Goodwill!

Bright flashing Christmas lights are everywhere you turn

families enjoying the ever-increasing expensive fare

the time when Peace and Goodwill should be around

prices rising yet expectations by excited children high

to what they want to receive from old Santa Clause

do the youngsters appreciate just how lucky they are

when once modest presents were given and enjoyed

now expensive gifts are demanded simplicity is void!

 

Unbelievable still today another side to the season

many without anywhere to live or money to spend

struggling to survive facing cold and no prospects

each with a different reason for their state of living

desperately lonely a society not keen on giving

where many rely on benefits and charities for hope

especially at Christmas when compassion is sort

adding mercy love and a genuine kind thought!

 

That season is here prices higher than ever before

the affluent have no real care for those floundering

not for them food banks their only way to eat

nor fearing the court bailiffs banging on their door

is it not a myth the season of Peace and Goodwill

as death and destruction of humanity is in overkill!!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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Untold!

Shouting from within the house was disturbing

terrified screams permeated

the neighbours had been use to frequent rows

but even they were shaken

the police were called but never came for hours

the next day people laid flowers!

 

When the house was entered there were bodies

a massacre the description

yet though eight were found spread in rooms

certain the killer was not there

known for their family feud it seemed overkill

a dread in the community did instill!

 

The house lay empty nobody wanted to go near

there was a dark  atmosphere

from a fun street it became somber and quiet

nobody had been caught

who could do such a thing to in this household

it seemed a mystery untold!

 

During the next year several bodies were found

in random spots in the same area

as those in the house mutilated the same way

all related to the house owners

yet no clues to give any identity to the culprit

no scenarios would fit!

 

Theories abounded gang related or a grudge

passing down the many years

they were from a country vampires lived

cursed for long gone wrongs

had caused some ancient beings to hate

so the generations had to eliminate!

 

Wild stories circulated some were simply fantasy

then as the shocking case

had started one night it all came to a chilling end

a body in a ritual type pose

found near to the street in bushes on wasteland

with a bloody axe in its hand!

 

For some reason not explained by the authorities

declared it was the wanted assassin

so there was nothing to fear anymore now safe

file closed no evidence disclosed

that cloud of suspicion would never go away

something nasty was at play!

 

That house where it all began stayed empty

many thought it haunted

slowly decaying over time others reported

shadowy beings following

wandering around the area few dared go

for animals was a no-show!

 

There is a house in a street it could be near you!

 

The Foureyed Poet.