Desolation Manor!

It was another working day for the carpenter

one of a group renovating a house

admittedly it was a big premises with a past

named oddly Desolation Manor

but he found himself uneasy being inside

afraid this he denied!

 

Here in an overgrown country park at dawn

arriving before anyone else

the manor looked more bleak on this day

very reluctant to go near

never liked working here standing outside

his time to bide!

 

All the while drawn to a mother and child

waiting at the main door

trying to turn away he heard a child laugh

nobody else was about

compelled to take another look that way

an empty doorway on display!

 

At last his fellow workers came down the drive

he felt very relieved

greeting each other they went into the dim hall

his job renovating the staircase

hearing their laughter echoing in the building

soon he had regret coming in!

 

Opening his tool box a loud sound up the stairs

instinctively glancing that way

a couple  argued where had they come from

the man pushed the female

falling violently down with a pitiful scream

blood flowed like a stream!

 

A child came into view kneeling by the body

sobbing holding a still hand

he jumped back in a spontaneous reaction

but nothing was visible

in a cold sweat he picked up his tool case

never returning to that place!

 

Nor dare to look back or speak of it again!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Published in: on 28/03/2012 at 02:10  Comments (1)  
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Moment!

That tender moment is still within Still

as the pain of parting was hard to take

not knowing when our bodies would touch

in the long nights that had yet to be.

Bad dreams ran through my thoughts

would I ever touch or smell your being

off to war your orders had told you

flying with your comrades and crew!

Countless news reports and horror stories

had made us feel an internal dread

forewarned of the dangers that lay ahead

in a country where there was bitterness.

A distant world that was far from me

isolated in an area of frightening hostility

where communication was greatly restricted

and far to many heinous images depicted!

When would that moment guide you back

how empty is the soul that I alone possess

stabbing pains started to make me shake

a nagging voice then invaded my sensorium.

As contact was suddenly lost with you today

two soldiers came reluctantly to my door.

for your country with regret you had died

in sadness I mourn my heart filled with pride!

The sacrifices that the military undertake in action

brings for some cause for violent reaction!

if only that elusive peace could one day be achieved

forever the hatred from mans lives relieved!

The Foureyed Poet.

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