Gods!

The land was harsh as the people fought

to establish a homeland

somewhere they could raise their families

in a landscape so barren

where the weather was so distressing

the civilisations will suppressing!

 

From the skies lightning and objects fell

the people afraid by Gods hand

were being punished for not praying

or showing enough humility

open to the elements they struggled to live

hoped someday God would forgive!

 

Giant beasts rose from the sea attacking them

and from the fiery land they came

millions died armies came from the stars

the multitude thought them gods

come to carry out their retribution on the meek

retaliation upon their cruelty did seek!

 

Were tiring of the mass slaughter fought back

realising maybe these were devils

not angels of their Lord as blood ran like rivers

tribes were formed with armies

that protected their own some were strong

and more earthly powers did long!

 

Soon there were areas of poor who did not grow

more suited to being servants

others were the masters who loved to lead

were stronger and looked different

created weapons that could destroy anything

with fear oppression did it bring!

 

So it remains the threat  upon a fragile Earth

as doubt grows on our origins of birth!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

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Encounter!

It was a compulsive sensation why I entered

that dingy little back street shop

a bell tinkled on opening the door so quaint

a thick atmosphere greeted me

filled with images of witch craft and magic

even down to a broomstick!

 

Unusual smells herbs and a pungent odour

nobody was there serving

but a faint red light was just visible to me

through a long string blind

a voice called out so faint gentle and sweet

this person I had to meet!

 

What had drawn me here to this odd vicinity

was as yet unanswered

again the voice called asking me to come back

into a room in the rear

there an attractive woman sat in the dim light

crystal ball on table an odd sight!

 

Politely asked me to sit it was an eerie feeling

told me she had been waiting

knew that I would call in at this very moment

she had to tell my fortune

as there was danger waiting for me this night

my existence was in plight!

 

Just wanted to get up and run from the encounter

yet intrigued to know more

dressed like a gypsy was beautiful but beguiling

listening as she spoke

looking at me through dark empty piercing eyes

she began truth or twisted lies?

 

Said I had come to visit a dead relatives house

met the house keeper

her daughter with whom had become friends

but  just wanted the money

left to me in her will that had not yet been read

thinking they deserved it instead!

 

But it went deeper being the base of a demonic cult

an evil entity to me had attached

listening doubting every word that she was saying

but becoming aware of a presence

behind me felt somebody was touching my back

as if being entering energy lacked!

 

She could see my expression change and knew

it’s here with you right now

objects in the room began to shake and fall

this is a powerful demon attached

for the moment only a temporary suppression

felt the rising oppression!

 

Had the strong urge to attack her right then

but she told me to drink

a liquid she had prepared I drank it down

the last memory spoken words

some hours later opened my eyes in a chair

trapped like an animal in a snare!

 

In the half-light saw a dark shape watching

the woman approached

stood in front of me said there is no choice

your violence was contained

your exorcism would begin to cast it out

you survival there is doubt!

 

So this is the dreadful point that I have reached

all my hopes could soon be gone

the old priest came near rage within rising

my body shook uncontrollably

the task began from this evil could I be freed

praying it would succeed!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Warriors!

Down upon the bloody battlefield he observed

the slaughter of his army!

Their sworn enemy retreating in their victory

the adrenaline still pumping.

His warriors always defiant their roar so loud

of them he was truly proud!

 

His muscular body glistening in the early dawn

old scars and new wounds

Cris crossed his flesh a bloody sword held high

shouting a defying war cry

Echoing shrilly over the mist filled valley below

praying to god their way to show!

 

One lost battle he knew did not lose this war

but the warriors were weary.

Without families near to mourn their passing

being their leader had to be strong.

No Time for remorse or for him to be meek

nor allow himself to become weak!

 

Moving amongst his loyal men to bury the dead

and prepare for the next battle!

Later back at their camp site his officers gathered

to count the cost and plan.

Giving his pledge there would be no more defeat

feeling the surge in his heart beat!

 

At dawn the loyal warriors marched ready to fight

tough and fearless their formation tight!

 

Onward to meet their destiny!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

He Waited!

A nagging voice kept speaking inside his head

making him shudder and dread lights out.

In eight hours he knew he could well be dead

hoping his appeal would have some clout.

Laying down upon a sweat soaked single bed

absorbing the sounds of the prison cell.

What a fool he thought for being easily led

wanting the chance for the truth to tell.

Over and over a melodic tune kept playing

within his thoughts no way was he a killer.

For so long he had been hoping and praying

feeling the fear gripping tightly the bed pillar.

The lawyer said this was his last gasp appeal

why had his good life now turned so sour.

Panic again made him get down and kneel

as time had moved forward by another hour.

Yes like so many he had been guided to god

for the strength to face his impending end.

Totally trapped he was inside a man-made pod

he touched a letter his children had penned.

Writing they missed their mum but loved him

crying alone unable to be with his children now.

The darkness was oppressive in a situation so grim

why had he shouted at his wife calling her a cow.

Never before had they argued in their married life

but the money pressure was getting them uptight.

He stormed out for a break never touching the knife

going for a walk returning regretting the fight

Realising the children were upstairs hopefully asleep

entering the house with remorse a  such a mess.

Stunned saw his wife on the floor a knife buried deep

running to see the children now feeling the stress.

They were fine awake sensing something was wrong

as he sat trying to comprehend what he had seen.

Sirens could be heard outside he now had to be strong

remembering the shouting in that terrible scene.

Becoming a big blur being arrested the kids taken away

everything pointed to him the future looked bleak.

The authorities  and media said he would have to pay

from a loving family execution the law would seek.

So in a short time the sentence could be carried out

a plea of  innocence was a familiar begging cry.

For the prosecution he was guilty they had no doubt

everything he had said had to be  one big lie

he may have loved them all but he had killed her

the true facts of the case may never be known

What happened on that fateful night what did occur

was life that cruel was his fate really sewn?

 

Nobody else as yet had been apprehended for the crime

commuted to life was doing his time!

 

His faith the only comfort he waited to be proved innocent!

 

The Foureyed Poet.