Gone!

Just glanced out of my bungalow

from the front doorway

a young couple walked slowly by

across the road from me

seconds later from lounge window

were gone where did they go?

 

Could not have moved so quickly

he tall bearded had dark hair

she wore a coat of multicolours

they were real and solid

me no drink or drugs consumed

had my mind become attuned?

 

Or was it just a trick of the light

interpreted by my brain

from that moment did ponder

at the images viewed

and without a doubt it was real

had that no explanation feel!

 

Certain had seen in the square

outlines of figures pass

never looking so real as these

watched for some hours

did not return a little unnerved

any opinions are deferred!

 

Now on alert for anymore sightings!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Stopped!

The SUV had stopped on a busy carriageway

cars drivers horns blaring annoyed

as it blocked the progress in their journeys

eventually an off duty cop came by

could see the driver so got out to investigate

intended with them to berate!

 

Called for assistance to help with the traffic flow

approached the vehicle with caution

noticed scorch marks upon the roof looked in

everything was still felt uneasy

tapped the window speaking no reply or reaction

could see the face lifeless and waxen!

 

With consternation guardedly opened the car door

there was a smell of burnt meat

heat coming off the still body gripping the wheel

made him retch and shudder

recoiling could do nothing for this poor bastard

too long in the job had made him hard!

 

Instincts made him ponder the actual cause

it was unusual and bloody creepy

knew this was somehow a professional hit

never seen this in his many years

scouring the skies in all directions perceived

knew his theory would no be believed!

 

Though could not detect any by sight or sound

had heard drones were deployed

their purpose maybe more than observation

these thoughts could not express

in fear of his own and families continuation

and for their eternal damnation!

 

Leaving it to the traffic division left his lips sealed!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mr Gray’s Encounter!

He had always been fascinated with ancient buildings

especially quaint country churches

often travelling a long way to explore their structures

and delve into the historic facts

on one such adventurous journey to the countryside

his sanity he would have to decide!

 

Cycling by his attention was drawn to a church spire

he had not seen many like it

surrounded by a neat graveyard headstones in rows

musing a nice place to be buried

he even saw the priest standing by the entrance gate

then walking up the path as if late.

 

As Mr Gray approached the path he had gone inside

thinking he must speak to him later

stood back to really view the magnificent structure

and absorb the unique atmosphere

the smell of freshly cut hay enhancing his experience

he sat with no interference.

 

The bench had a plaque which read in memory of Joan

the rest of the writing had faded

Relaxed nearly fell asleep heard the noise of a door catch

that was being turned behind him

taking little notice expecting the priest to slowly pass by

nobody came he questioned why?

 

After awhile curiosity made him get up and venture inside

it was rather dark as he expected

sunlight beamed in through a large stained glassed window

over the altar in front of him

then again he saw the priest this time kneeling in prayer

of him did not seem aware!

 

So not to disturb him took a closer look at paintings

and read booklets on the history

eventually finding himself being drawn to the altar

the priest was no longer there

he certainly had not seen nor heard anybody leave

but he was not alone he did believe!

 

A deep sense of foreboding now overwhelmed him

his skin burned down his back

like claws were ripping his flesh the agony increased

and the smell of decay immense

around his body two bony hands with strips of skin

crushing his organs within!

 

Crying out for god’s mercy to save his eternal soul

in agony and despair blacked out

he awoke sitting on a pew facing the altar icy cold

staggering headed for the door

going into a shadow filled and  warm summers night

even his bicycle a wonderful sight!

 

How he got back to the guest house could not recall

needing medical help for his wounds

soon seeking answers for his most strange encounter

enquired about the village priest

local people said he had died twelve months before

nobody worshipped there any more!

 

Found dead ripped to shreds laying across the altar

it was thought devils work

what had attacked him while within this holy church

what other forces had entered

leaving with more questions than answers to ponder

something beside him did wander!

 

Mr Gray’s encounter was far from over for him!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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