Shadows!

Both sat in what was a special spot

where they never got disturbed

their families rejected their union

seeking time out of the public eye

where no humans would pry!

 

For he was from another dimension

though he could shape shift

it was hard to maintain human form

here he could be just himself

the girl prefered to be out at night

daylight made her skin-tight!

 

She moved amongst us unnoticed

always stayed in the shadows

she prefered not to mix with people

her race lived underground

being of the blood draining breed

needing humans to feed!

 

But they had been almost wiped out

those who remained hidden

the search for a new source required

desperate times drove her

to find solutions or become extinct

seeking their strains to be linked!

 

But if that was not possible she knew

by deceit they would overrun

these alien species they could adapt

to their body juices to survive

but equally for his kind plans existed

both races plots persisted!

 

Soon to be final wars for life to remain

on a ravaged aging planet

to decide the conquers hollow victory

with any remnants of hope

disappearing in oblivion and the void

the world at last destroyed!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Sensation!

Could not shake off the daunting sensation

drowning breathing in air

agitated at every sound and movement

shadows seemed to follow me

many voices in my head screamed so loud

nothing there yet felt in a crowd

ripples in reality as everything was blurred

forces of good and evil stirred!

 

Weather becoming unpredictable everywhere

strange patterns in the skies

earths life force rapidly bleeding outward

huge cracks spreading below

population uncertain of safety and stability

raging storms of deadly carnage

there were no havens to hide in the surface

not a single untainted space!

 

Fires raged and ravaged more than ever before

law and order disintegrated

crimes of violence grew as money diminished

the fabric of society so fragile

the weary masses caught within this time slip

reeling from wars and harsh rule

uncertain each day what would happen next

had it been written in an ancient text?

 

Daily life an unpredictable lottery for survival!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Scarecrow Like Images!

The elite army unit cautiously entered the ruined town

after days of bombardment

followed by small arms fire being wary of snipers

now had to try and make it safe

also with the risk of hidden bombs trod carefully

and ever-present insurgency!

 

From the moment they were in the destruction sector

tension overwhelmed them

from windows and doorways there they all stood

staring but when approached

these scarecrow like images were never there

of anything living was bare!

 

Each step further within the centre was a torment

feeling enclosed with death

acrid smoke replaced the air in their choking lungs

getting harder to breathe

stumbling on seeing the dark scarecrows waiting

as if the soldiers baiting!

 

From the corner of their eyes shapes made them turn

and fire erratically at nothing

they longed for this ground search to be concluded

as the emotions were unfamiliar

deep thoughts ravaged their minds making them pound

no rest here would be found!

 

This fear not only for the dead but the restless souls

as if all those who they had killed

were back to claim their lives sending them to purgatory

they had split into two groups

reunited in the square satisfied all was clear until a thud

then saw the patch of blood!

 

Diving for cover for one too late passed through his heart

even more figures congregated

the sniper spotted by a small piece of falling masonry

quickly taken out now had to leave

retreating along the same route without more men lost

knowing a line was crossed!

 

Every step being pursued by the scarecrow phantoms

even at the retrieval point

now ringed into a tight formation back to back stood

as more surrounded them

thinking they were doomed heard the chopper drone

to rescue them from the unknown!

 

The dust swirled as it descended then touched down

scrambling towards their escape

survivors and dead mate fatigued ran at the shapes

evaporating as they charged through

left traumatized reached the craft and jumped on

from here had to be gone!

 

Rising up high saw the scarecrows massing staring up

relief made the tears fall

cheering loudly had safely left the horror far behind

it was short lived as by the door

from nowhere arose what taunted them on the ground

even in the air the soldiers found!

 

Back at headquarters realised the mission a failure!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Written!

There are countries written about in religious text

where ancient sites stand

identified through connection with holy books

that are wondrous and sacred

even after the centuries of constant hatred and war

now peace is what they need more!

 

But with conflicts embedded into hearts and minds

misery has become part of living

holy places to millions and home to millions more

in a these vast ravaged landscapes

many beliefs tearing these nations into shreds

as the violence continuously to spreads!

 

Peaceful coexistence seems to be only a theory

families killed and separated

amongst the olive groves palm trees and deserts

the proud humble and the meek

constant fear in the lands religions held so dear

can once again a saviour appear?

 

The familiar sounds of explosions and gunfire

how many more lives do we let expire?

 

Can mankind ever find the road to peace?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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