Rang!

For the first time had not switched her cell phone off

a late night with friends was so tired

just fell on the bed and remembered nothing until

the ring tone rang loudly by her head

she thrust out her arms knocking it out of her reach

went back to sleep dreaming of a sandy beach!

 

That was short lived as the cell phone rang once more

this time woke with her head banging

followed the sound peeved picked it up and answered

at first silence then a growl greeted her

reeling back dropped it switching on the bedside light

bewildered by this odd event!

 

Grabbed the pillow and hugged it tightly afraid to move

as it rang just stared at the flashing screen

without anything touching it the call was connected

a voice called her name ‘Ally I can see you!’

looking all around  could see nobody she shrieked

from her urethra the urine leaked!

 

The telephone clicked off yet felt a presence was here

frozen could not even cry out

her throat seemed dry and swollen there was no saliva

before she could ring her friend

it rang again staring at it could not move a muscle

from under the bed heard a rustle!

 

The phone answered itself and the voice even more sinister

said You are nice I want to be with you”

at that very moment two long bony hands gripped her duvet

at the end of the bed then a head

rose bald large bulging eyes a grey body the thing squatted

the flesh looked as if it had rotted!

 

With nowhere to go the young lady stared back helplessly

just said “Hello! the phone rang once more

could just make out her friends name Jane on the screen

but this thing made a terrifying yell

before leaping her life at that moment had gone forever

her blood spattered by arterial pressure!

 

A few hours later her friend came in upon the horror scene

just saw the bloody mess where Ally had been!

 

Ran out never to return Jane’s remains  were never found!

 

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Forming!

From the gentle clear blue sky

it changed in an instance

angry red clouds were forming

a crescendo of loud booms

shook the ground beneath me

yet nowhere to flee!

 

No longer that peaceful haven

familiar places burnt

searing and incandescent heat

choking smoke displaced

that sweet exhilarating pure air

in the blinding glare!

 

From a tranquil picturesque scene

into an image of a hell

no warning of impending conflict

upon this scorched earth

life eradicated profuse projectiles

of deadly nuclear missiles!

 

Then darkness filled the heavens

the survivors cowered

most dying of radiation poisoning

as the cycle had started

on a human race that never learned

the ancient planet still turned!

 

Those who had instigated Armageddon

the selected few hid below

in large underground secure cities

feeling safe and detached

from the carnage upon the surface

eradication of the human race!

 

Is this another conspiracy theory?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Returning!

Returning to that special spot we cherished

this time on my own

that romantic and magical day together

by the tiny riverside cafe

there proposed to the only girl in my life

to be my loving wife!

 

Only anguish greeted me at what was here

nothing remained of our dream

rubble and new town filled the rural scene

acres of lush grass and trees

obliterated by busy noisy polluted highways

gone those quaint byways!

 

My pressures lady had passed away recently

she would have been dismayed

to see destruction of rural land lost forever

that memory had lived in us

of that enchantment in our hearts those years

brought me to shed rare tears!

 

Bringing her ashes to scatter at our paradise

which now existed no more

returning to our once happy fun-filled home

to keep them close to heart

so she was always near me her love to share

even when our children were there!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

A Lovely Daughter!

A lovely daughter full of life and hope

spending a day with her family

catching up as she now lived far away

visiting familiar and fond places

memories that could never be erased

so much joy was raised!

 

Strolling along the harbour and old pier

no thought of violence in mind

a link between father and precious child

without any warning a shot

is heard then his child sinks to the floor

his emotions soon to be raw!

 

A lone figure runs quickly from the scene

concerned only with escape

leaving a stunned father holding his sibling

fatally wounded cradled  in his arms

asking for his help he was unable to give

for this atrocity hard to forgive!

 

In silence he stayed until medics arrived

sadly too late for any hope

within those seconds reality had changed

a precious life denied

real happiness taken by a culture of evil

her place nothing could fill!

 

Rest in peace another victim of a violence!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Room!

As the business woman approached her room

tired after a long day

from within she could hear voices and music

playing loudly surprised

checked her key card to confirm the number

so needing her slumber!

 

Intrigued but unsure cautiously entered inside

slowly pushing the door

stepping within it all became absolutely silent

yet every light was on

as she stood to survey the room a blurry figure

walked out going through her!

 

Taking her breath away freezing and exhausted

shocked to see the mess

clothes and furniture scattered as if ransacked

turned running out screaming

the scene captured on camera and video tape

clearly visible the shape!

 

Security were quickly outside calming the female

they too taken aback by the mess

when excitement had subsided reviewed footage

what seemed a transparent

woman in a long dress walked out and down the hall

then disappeared through a wall!

 

Followed by the woman screaming in a state of panic

on searching records they found

somebody had died under suspicious circumstances

but it was thought a suicide

it was an unsolved enigma as nothing else found

destined to become profound!

 

No records showed it had ever been reported before

by patrons or hotel staff

so it remains part of an incident with proof it occurred

an atmosphere resides

now guests are eager to stay hoping for an appearance

of the ghost certainly a chance!

 

The Foureyed Poet,

 

 

 

Murdered!

When he had murdered his latest victim the killer

left them to be easily found

calmly he smiled leaving without conscience

making sure he was not in vision

frustrating the police forces leaving no clues

nothing on which to peruse!

 

Cunning and meticulous in methods of murder

certain never to be caught

finding his next victim he watched the woman

get into an expensive car

driving off the forecourt of a luxury apartments

intent on her life to dispense!

 

Already knew her routine parked in the car park

in the office block she worked

he knew where the security cameras were placed

as she got out attacked her

but knowing self-defence broke from his tight grip

then on an oily patch did slip!

 

Falling and hitting her head on a concrete pillar

guessed would not wake again

the murderer angry he had failed drove away

leaving her there to pass alone

still sure nothing was left to be incriminating

in his callous mind debating!

 

As he disappeared from the horrendous scene

though the body lay motionless

the spirit of the woman stood over herself

for a while unable to comprehend

what happened to her as the darkness cleared

and blankness disappeared!

 

She had to avenge her own pointless death

and remove this evil being

the hardest part leaving her earthly body

she felt somebody was near

with no limits of mobility started the quest

and the killer to infest!

 

It was hard this was not her physical body

there were no boundaries

though alone sensed an unseen force close

there was a growing  rage

able to move at will knowing he was near

heard screams very near!

 

Like coming out of a mist into clear light

in woodland saw the beast

bent over a cowering girl about to strike

arm raised knife in hand

how could she stop this murderess spree

shouting he turned to see!

 

Now looking shaken he stared then just ran

following him screamed

scared stopped at the edge of an overhang

you died in the car park

realising her image was discernible to him

his expectations were grim!

 

For the first time he was the helpless victim

the spirit moved forward

then the beast lost its balance plummeting

down into a disused well

at that moment found herself  back in pain

within her body how insane!

 

Still in the  car park but now on a stretcher

being transported to hospital

had it all been in her imagination puzzled

before the doors shut tight

saw a man waving seemingly unobserved

something special had occurred!

 

A petrified woman entered the police station

to report her abduction

and tell them a very strange tale of a miracle

of how she was going to die

when the attacker suddenly stopped and ran

like he was a possessed man!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Intruder?

By their appearance together they were happy

even though a short period

had passed romance had certainly evolved

both well-known personalities

in their chosen careers each had excelled

high respect for both held.

 

It could not be predicted what happened

the night before saint valentines

in the early hours awful screams heard

followed by four gunshots

and sirens disturbing the still night air

start of the tragic affair!

 

Emergency services entered a fatal scene

inside the luxury home

a trail of blood and a dead young woman

shot in the man’s arms

the search for the truth would now begin

in a tragedy none could win!

 

The circumstances to this horrendous death

would become complex

the scene did not look right to the trained eye

even to hardened officers

the brutality caused by the shells extreme

silent now that terrified scream!

 

Once the victim and suspect were removed

and evidence was gathered

the large house lay empty the only witness

silent with no voice to tell

unlikely the true facts would be revealed

now ever more within sealed!

 

The young woman could not tell her story

the accused living in unholy glory!

 

Was there honestly an intruder?

The Foureyed Poet.

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