The priest was enthusiastic as he drove
towards his first parish
set in a village on the edge of moorland
from a city background
now looked forward to the rural scene
spacious open and green!
Had been given a tour by his predecessor
a priest of mature years
the old vicarage was situated opposite
the grade one listed church
told the elderly priest had recently died
not natural had been implied!
It now put doubt into his positive thoughts
what had happened he mused
as he slowly explored the unspoilt estate
before moving in to his new home
later walking over to his spiritual domain
his demeanor to retain!
From the entrance he surveyed the interior
focusing on the fine altar
certain he saw somebody kneeling praying
curiosity made him approach
as he drew near nobody was to be found
being the only one around!
Where he stood it became uncomfortably cold
he desperately had to leave
running in panic until he got to the vicarage gate
terrified and out of breath
was that footsteps closing on the gravel behind
from turning he declined!
Alone in the building the housekeeper had left
yet felt an overwhelming presence
standing in the hallway gazing at the staircase
gently rising to the first floor
sure a shadow was upon the upper landing
his blood pressure expanding!
Up against the door he could see a shape
creeping towards him
the terror within made him start to pray
this was not just a haunting
sure a lingering evil possessed the ground
as the tension did compound!
One fact certain he could do nothing alone
if he wanted to stay as the priest
had to get out to summon the help required
as the manifestation was moving
between the vicarage and eerie church at will
he began to feel rather ill!
Though he had witnessed an exorcism before
the priest was not qualified
to perform this intense ultimate spiritual battle
he must find away to escape
to contact the bishop of this most serious situation
of an unknown demonic infestation!
Side stepping into the lounge picked up a chair
then with all his strength
hurled it through the picture frame window
immediately jumping out
as the entity followed possessing his soul
in pain his eyes began to roll!
Praying harder than he had ever done before
the evil force let him go
laying in broken glass watched it glide away
back towards the church
for now could do little but make a fast retreat
this enemy he could not beat!
Many tribulations and questions he would seek
the war would not be for the meek!
The Foureyed Poet
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