House-Inside It Waited!

Confidently the four stood in the garden glaring

a touch of arrogance in their thinking

headed towards the house this triumph sharing

focused their eyes not blinking

line crossed neared the door it went eerily still

the girls turned pale they felt ill!

 

An indescribable odour made them come to a halt

from that moment their actions defined

determination erupted they pushed on their assault

from nowhere a tree root two entwined

around Tony and Jane who crashed to the ground

putrid slime came oozing from a dirt mound!

 

But from inside something stared for them it waited!

 

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Foolish!

It was foolish but when you’re young

danger means having fun

the gates to the crypt were locked

a moment of guilt passed

as my entry was solved by a stone

forever would I try to atone!

 

The rusted gates noisily swung open

it was dark deathly silent

entering the crypt tripping on coffins

was most unpleasant

thinking maybe treasure was in here

should not have drunk the beer!

 

At the time had no sense of any fear

cold damp nasty odours

the adrenaline rush of an illegal act

with bare hands pushing

stone slabs annoyed at no progress

wanted to get access!

 

Fumbling in the poor light the flooring

gave way beneath my feet

instantly fell into a lower chamber

filled with putrid bodies

not fully decomposed surrounding me

still no idea how I got free!

 

Wanting to wretch covered in the slime

staggered out into the air

mortified at what had just happened

saw a grotesque face

and skeletal body in the tomb entrance

felt the instant penitence!

 

That was before running around certain

it was pursuing me

hatred was so real amongst the graves

even now years on

the presence is real it watches constantly

never more to let me be!

 

From that time on sounds heard shapes seen

nobody dared go on their own

unless in groups keeping away from the scene

or be scratched and objects thrown!

 

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Fair maiden

Fair maiden walking by my side

together we chatter I cannot hide

our feelings of love my miss Jane

from blushing it is hard to refrain

sunny strolling on a path of stone

the two of us are happy alone.

 

Cherished hours united we share

the time is short both are aware

soon I must return to the war

a chance I may return no more

my king and country I am loyal

to protect our liberty and our soil.

 

Fair maiden here with you I pray

to be back for our wedding day

if this is not truly meant to be

my love this day remember me

not in a mud filled putrid trench

with comrades and human stench!

 

Never forget those  lives cut short

freedom for all is why we fought!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Hikers!

The hikers were beginning to find it very tough

as the forest became more dense

some of them experienced others the first trip

some wished they had not come

trees were whispering and in unison moved

their presence was not approved!

 

They were tiring as the undergrowth thickened

now all the tracks were covered

not taking long to realise they were trapped

every way looked the same

underfoot was becoming boggy and deep

the ground becoming steep!

 

Sloping down to a foul-smelling putrid pond

with animal tracks going in

they were being directed right to its edge

branches started breaking

from the tops of huge trees it got closer

conditions getting grosser!

 

Bunching up at the edge the bank crumbling

a dark object swimming

around as if this was waiting for them to fall in

giving way with their weight

tipping a hiker into the water covered slime

consumed in her prime!

 

So rapid no sounds were heard just the blood

changing the colour red

the rest did manage to grab thick twines

jumping to firmer ground

scrambling amongst the thick vegetation

beasts intent on their damnation!

 

Each hiker succumbing to overwhelming odds

several broke free and ran

not caring about injuries at their skin ripping

on thorns and sharp branches

not a soul heard their dying or begging pleas

as the last died in the trees!

 

The forest kept its secrets no witnesses to tell!

where now do their bodies dwell!

 

‘ Warning! Enter At Your Own Peril!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Wooden Door!

The neighbours had heard the child’s cries

but did not want to get involved

outside the appearance was of normality

curtains closed with a sense of despair

the wooden front door shut firm and tight

a report made of possible plight!

 

A social worker came to make a first call

ominously knocking on that door

unsure she waited for someone to answer

at last a young woman opened it ajar

an unpleasant odour wafted out of there

as she spoke with a pleading stare!

 

A whimpering could be heard from inside

but she was not allowed to enter

little was said as she quickly shut that door

the social worker could do no more

making her report it was filed an at risk case

soon they had forgotten this place!

 

Weeks passed and an urgent call was made

the police were soon knocking that door

breaking it down as screaming was heard

inside was a complete scene of squalor

a child of about  ten was found nearly dead

lying still and helpless in a putrid bed!

 

They discovered a young woman distraught

trying hard to revive the poor child

two other kids ran around in a terrible state

within minutes the child was in hospital

the life signs the doctors said were not good

at his side at death his mother stood!

 

Such sadness when a child does not survive

his brother and sister taken into care

later at the enquiry each blamed the other

nothing resolved it will happen again

where is the next door with horrors to hide

desperate victims helpless inside?

 

The father never found the mother later died!

 

The Foureyed Poet.