Here!

Would never have taken the security post

had he known it was here

filling his vision the abandoned prison

dwarfed his six feet six frame

a history of brutality suicides executions

determined to fulfill his obligations

be rational inside the grim condemned wing

hoped the job no nasty surprises bring!

 

First shift was with a senior security officer

took him around the eery buildings

favored by paranormal groups to investigate

where its said the prisoners roamed

though long dead had departed life violently

their souls unable to rest or pass on

prison guards also within here had perished

their memory deeply cherished!

 

As he toured told of the long paranormal past

the gates now no longer locked

left open eerily quiet their footsteps echoed

on the dusty concrete floor

the power was turned off had to use torches

in a harsh and sparse interior

though in ghosts not sure whether to believe

soon different ideas would conceive!

 

The moment had arrived his first lone patrol

part of his work to keep away

anybody interfering with any investigations

mostly in the buildings alone

had that intense awareness of somebody near

tried but unable to shake it off

heard what may have been a banging  cell door

and shouting voices but not sure!

 

This before the group had even arrived here

really dark and cold at any time

needed the money had to man up he thought

took a deep breath passing through

cells where he knew there had been a murder

could feel depression and fear

glad to be back in the security office satisfied

had confronted the dread deep inside!

 

As a child saw what he thought was a monster

inside his house while playing

just appeared from nowhere ran crying to mum

but nothing was found on searching

parents put it down to a young child’s imagination

not believing him was a life long frustration!

 

Through to his adulthood felt it had followed him

so here he was to face his demon

had told nobody not even his wife nor friends

as the months went by more confident

it was nothing and for all those years allowed

that memory to interfere with living

until that shift brought his reality to a conclusion

there was no longer confusion!

 

Fortunate that he had befriended a psychic medium

there for an event had gone with him

on his rounds and felt there was a violent entity

moving around as a blow hit him

she saw a blurry shape pass through him in a second

he staggered out followed by a loud grunt

she too was shaken and surprised at this experience

at this totally unexpected interference!

 

Now he was not alone at last somebody understood

after that trauma during his childhood

yet was it the same entity that had scared him so

this was the next step he now had to know!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Band Of Seven!

Strapped into seats on the federation prison craft

held tight and secure waited

classed as dangerous rebels on a one way trip

to a distant prison colony

on a barren planet inhospitable and volcanic

to those there seemed satanic!

 

Somewhere that nobody had ever returned

they glanced knowingly

none had any intention of heading there

all had a chance to meet

when on remand a plan was secretly devised

their escape had been analysed!

 

Even in the far off future money was power

these fugitives soon to be

freedom fighters against a brutal federation

this prophecy yet to be realized

their shackles released by a bribed guard

who provided an override card!

 

The band of seven were now on the loose

a distraction had been arranged

one an expect locksmith and known thief

guided them to the escape pods

soon after a short skirmish they ejected

from their prison disconnected!

 

Into the void now with freedom flew

yet with huge uncertainty

their plan to get away from injustice

though two were criminals

united as one their bravery did tower

against a vast corrupt power!

 

Agitators to be removed orders given

by the supreme leader

false charges to make it legal for arrest

had to continue their opposition

now fleeing hoping for a miracle to show

their supporters to grow!

 

With their captors beginning to close in

before them a vast space craft

loomed into the groups disbelieving gaze

huge just drifting in space

its awesome design made their skin prickle

the adrenaline no longer a trickle!

 

Weary in their approach in case it was a trap

found the airlock and boarded

soon realising this was an abandoned ship

the gods had smiled upon them

certain a powerful force guided their actions

this the first of their infractions!

 

Entering the bridge in awe of this alien design

ancient technology yet superior

to any of the federations space battle cruisers

without touching anything it lit up

a voice in english welcomed the new captain

and crew to the Libertain!

 

Their crusade for justice and liberty had begun

now they fight or die until victory won!

 

At hyper speed the seven headed the charge!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Prison!

The prison was being closed down now obsolete

opened for one hundred and fifty years

a new private facility had been opened nearby

extra prison officers were drafted in

with over two hundred prisoners to transfer

hoping no problems would occur!

 

Starting at first light the operation got underway

as the transport rolled into the yard

the prisoners were ready very eager to leave

guards from the new facility

were assisting those from the retiring prison

where many secrets until now hidden!

 

A strange orderly exit was completed within a day

but on roll call several were missing

a search had to be made in the empty building

nobody would give any reasons

for those unaccounted souls as the search began

in their hands the prison plan!

 

Few officers from this prison volunteered to return

left mainly to those from the new

to venture into the ageing depths to find the missing

splitting into groups of three

each led by somebody who knew the prisons layout

each uncertain and full of doubt!

 

Entering the C wing cell doors were banging loudly

and movement in the cells ahead

expecting to find one of those they seeked inside

but nothing stirred except dust

then a sound if somebody was running their way

on looking nothing could they survey!

 

An older guard said an inmate had been murdered

in the dank cell then tossed over the rail

walking on more nervous than they were before

headed down to the lower levels

to the isolation block with no lights and very small

where nobody could hear you call!

 

Thoroughly searching the cramped eerie cold place

nobody visibly was to be found

but one or two were certain they heard voices there

glad to leave back to ground level

in the mess hall it felt as though others were near

footsteps approaching crystal clear!

 

Each group were here so had no explanation for sounds

unable to locate the missing prisoners

it was decided to leave and recheck registers to see

if it was simply a clerical error

everyone glad to be out of the repressive environment

that to them was maleficent!

 

Even the hardened experienced prison officers had found

their last visit an unexpected scare

it was found the number missing men was  correct

they were never found or seen again

paranormal investigators are regular visitors inside today

none of them from the team would stray!

 

Within the prison the phenomenon increased!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Afraid!

The woman was so completely afraid

she just wanted to die

her nerves now completely frayed

no longer tears to cry

the family she loved had expired

exhausted and tired!

 

One other was here in this residence

the son she had born

not normal but brooding and intense

the happiness torn

against his cunning they had no chance

as on each he did advance!

 

He saw no love nor for them any affection

void of  any emotion

like an animal caged he had no connection

by instinct not devotion

thought of them purely as his prey to stalk

on all four limbs did walk!

 

Had broken free from his shackles and prison

the beast began to roam

the smell of blood within in him his lust risen

this place a lair not home

his mother was afraid she being the last alive

had lost the will to survive!

 

Could not let her son destroy anybody outside

knew him she had to kill

it had to be done from him no longer could hide

this last act had to fulfill

sat in the nursery with her son had been born

feeling alone scared and forlorn!

 

That moment arrived sensing he was getting  near

a growl not a human sound

an odor of putrefied flesh made her task more clear

for she had been found

as the beast lunged for her body the knife she held

pierced its chest the son felled!

 

Silence for the mother lay crushed under the weight

afraid no more the monster defeated

none left to tell the frightening tale of fear and hate

or the horrors to be repeated

until one day a distant cousin knocked on the door

regretting that move for sure!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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The Ageing Prison!

In the ageing prison it was alleged by inmates

ghosts haunted within its walls!

prisoners found hanged or by other injuries

often discovered by staff

yet the governor ignored it until guards died

their cause of deaths lied!

 

Would not admit a spirits hand was the culprit

as no foul play was found

there had been plans to close the ageing prison

these were brought forward

dissention and bad publicity accelerated closure

far too much exposure!

 

In but a mere eight weeks the prison was abandoned

shuttered and left to rot

nothing resolved too many questions unanswered

inexplicable still reported

from local residents and passers-by on a regular basis

even telling of seeing faces!

 

Fifteen years on a film crew approached the owners

keen to use it for a film

its theme was to be of a paranormal horror genre

at first there was opposition

until the generous  financial rewards were declared

soon an agreement was prepared!

 

Cast and crew on a Monday morning while still dark

unaware of what had occurred

no studio sets required this was the one location

and had the perfect atmosphere

after frantic preparations now ready for first take

soon realising it was a bad mistake!

 

Through the viewfinder blurry shapes were seen

as the temperature rapidly fell

gates clattered from the distance and shouting

making it impossible to shoot

then a huge arc light crashed to the prison floor

but there would be much more!

 

The actors stood frozen unsure what to do next

this was not in the script

director and technical crew ran over to assist

making sure nobody was hurt

the atmosphere now tense an extra fainted

a prop fell only just painted!

 

Everyone just wanted to leave get out alive

they really felt in danger

set up in the huge still furnished dinning hall

it seemed crowded there

clattering and talking came from every side

there was nowhere to hide!

 

Realising they could not continue the shoot

how could they get out

was the question asked by those present

leaving their equipment

retrieving that a future problem to be solved

their exit had to be resolved!

 

Retracing the way they had entered that morning

approaching the main door

it slammed shut with a loud bang yet no drafts

footsteps and clanking keys

were coming ever nearer yet nothing was seen

this scenario none had foreseen!

 

Pounding in total panic on the thick metal door

as  something came closer

the women screamed the men shouted aloud

as the door opened slowly

by the security guard on his routine patrol

who got more than his usual stroll!

 

Gathering by their vehicles shaking and shocked

contemplating what had happened

decided for now to retreat and find out more

of had gone on here before

not put off the director was more fascinated

and another idea he debated!

 

He had to get the equipment from inside but was it wise

to go back into this ageing prison!

 

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.

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