Barn Owls!

Warm and dry with just a gentle breeze

the short hike to the farm exhilarating

here alone to watch the barn owls fly

hoping to see them swoop for their prey

trying to be quiet and unobtrusive

but knew that large eyes were watching

far above the tops of thick leaved trees

a sudden faint sound made me freeze!

 

At first two tiny dots in the cloudy sky

that circled the small wooded clearing

in a spiralling descent at each rotation

they came closer such a majestic sight

their screeching louder by the second

nearing me they hissed an eerie sound

like phantoms from another dimension

coming at speed that got my attention!

 

Certainly not wanting to be their quarry

even as they swooped up small rodents

the precision was breath-taking to watch

in a flash ascended back into the beyond

like ghosts questioned if it had been reality

leaving me in a state of utter ambivalence

these images on my digital camera captured

for the first time my whole being raptured!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Coffins!

On the white sandy beach early one morning

a jogger was surprised

to see a dark wood coffin as the tide receded

chains wrapped around

something held him back from treading near

instinct made him stay clear!

 

A mile down the coast two more coffins found

in exactly the same state

this time discovered by a group of teenagers

on the beach for a party

one brave lad did venture close captivated

and his life deactivated!

 

As they ran terrified from the empty beach

out at sea a fishing fleet

were pulling in their nets and caught within

dozens of similar coffins

fell heavily onto the wet and slippery decks

crews left shocked and vexed!

 

The fishing village was where they were taken

now unloaded on the quay

coffins replacing the usually fresh fish catch

as the locals stood sombre

deeply religious and superstitious community

together proud of their unity!

 

The elders were not surprised at this activity

as it was their ancestors

who had disposed of these now rotting coffins

throwing them into the sea

hundreds of miles away into the deepest abyss

now their existence was amiss!

 

Three hundred years before they were captured

a cult thought of as vampires

forced into these coffins blessed by the priest

weakened were trapped inside

crosses nailed to the lids then bound in chains

in salt water through their remains!

 

But as each was dropped screamed out the curse

future descendants would pay

they would return to seek bloody retribution

that day of prophecy had come

only if  one opened by an original kin villager

could this awful event occur!

 

There were recorded to be one hundred coffins

but on counting only ninety-nine

frantically a massive search hurriedly instigated

yet it was fruitless it was not there

outside of the village a local teenager unaware

of events towards the sea did stare!

 

Could not believe there lay a coffin on the sand

went closer to get a better view

for some reason was not harmed then a voice

in his head told remove the lid

as if compelled went home to get some tools

soon to break ancient rules!

 

As he snapped the locks unwinding the chains

forcing the thick sodden lid off

a decaying creature ravished on his blood

re-animating her back to life

now the long-awaited massacre was assured

the queens power restored!

 

At the exact moment each one sensed danger

instinct of death coming near

each coffin the chains shattered and opened

the one hundred had returned

the vampire queen walked amongst the risen

the kill executed with precision!

 

Some villagers escaped a new breed of slayer born!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pursuit!

From a side street the powerful car skidded

into the teeming traffic

a police cruiser blues and two’s in pursuit

other vehicles swerving

causing chaos on the metropolis streets

where man and machine meets!

 

A murder had occurred  in a rough district

an urgent call was made

the unit arrived too late to preserve a life

observing two perpetrators

fired automatic weapons in their direction

officers dived to find protection!

 

The killers caused mayhem trying to escape

hitting countless vehicles

whether moving or stationary mattered not

they needed to change cars

being parked close to their present position

the next move needed precision!

 

Helicopters and many law agency vehicles

closed in on their location

the desperate men sped across a busy park

by the skin of their teeth

missed a boating lake got out near a fence

through undergrowth dense!

 

Two sports motor bikes were there waiting

in seconds both raced away

their exit planned headed down into sewers

no way could they be caught

their target a gang boss the most malevolent

countless deaths by his consent!

 

As they disappeared down into the murky depths

few knew both were agents

sent by a covert police authority to assassinate

and this was all preplanned

there were more targets on a volatile wanted list

dangers high with death they kissed!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Hit man!

The hit man took the contract without question

they had paid his required fee

just another routine precision kill easy money

an arrogance grew with success

relaxed he waited for confirmation of details

making sure he left no trails!

 

Calmly waited for information on his coded site

but not prepared for the reply

because the image received was his own face

felt the first glimmer of emotion

immediate action to quickly leave this location

filled with rising consternation!

 

Always efficient and clinical in his execution

nothing ever left to chance

directing precisely each aspect of his mission

now the situation was reversed

totally out of his depth being the hunted prey

what skullduggery was at play?

 

Why had a contract been placed on his head

who jested in giving it to him

errors were never made he had been warned

somebody had taken the task

telephoned his girlfriend so wanted  her near

the one person he held dear!

 

They met in their special secret rendezvous

a cabin in a secluded region

being certain they would not be compromised

wine and a night of pleasure

took his thoughts off the impending danger

of assassination by a stranger!

 

Woke up unusually groggy and very nauseous

unable to move his lover

sat on the edge of the bed a gun in her hand

he recognised it as his own

she looked at him coldly aimed and fired

between the eyes he expired!

 

Smiling stood up and left the thrill immense

anther job done but it was fun

never getting so close to her target before

but had to settle this score

he murdered her father when she was small

swore one day the killer would fall!

 

Its said you can never trust even those close to you!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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