Terrifying!

The large empty field next to the motorway

lay unused until workmen arrived

there was a fear houses would be built here

instead large solar panels appeared

covering the once wide open fertile farmland

even the council did not understand!

 

An international company had bought the site

to erect these panels for electricity

intending to cover many more fields of green

that spoilt the natural contour

some conspirators were sure there was  more

in their plans a hidden flaw!

 

Risking being caught to observe the progress

security was very tight there

unmarked trucks delivered tons of equipment

and a small building took shape

the massive array aimed at an angle to the sun

a fence erected the work done.

 

It seemed a legitimate project yet it felt wrong

even at night the panels glowed

to each of the gathered group they pondered

was this a guidance beacon

or some sinister portal connecting the planets

this notion made them perplexed!

 

To them the complex had an inhuman appearance

vehicles with unusual markings

patrolled the fields and high electrical fencing

yet could find no information

nothing should be on this body of  pasture land

definitely something underhand!

 

 

The daily hustle and bustle continued close by

in the day nobody was visible

the group had tried to contact the ministry

yet never receiving a reply

a theory began to formulate in their wrangling

into what were they all tangling?

 

One day as the sunset inside the only building

it started to glow and hum

the panels slowly turned into a massive circle

next tilting directly upwards

a blinding light pierced the upper atmosphere

the colour blue pure and clear!

 

That surge of  immense power physically hit them

a spectacle that lasted seconds

but left an impression bring abhorrence mankind

a terrifying form of space travel

had begun it would bring the earth to destruction

by humans own construction!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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That Moment!

That moment the mother would never forget

as she sat to recall the events.

Of that day she went to the shopping centre

with her lively young son.

A child who was determined to walk not ride

hard to keep by her side.

 

Much busier than when they’d been before

containment not an easy task.

Bought him new shoes would not take off

stress levels were rising.

Saw a dress could not resist putting it on

did not see any wrong.

 

But in a lapse of thought for a few seconds

never checked he was close.

Seeing how the dress fitted in the mirror

it was nice feeling good.

Realising he was not sitting on the chair

screaming ran out of there!

 

Shouting her son’s name drawing attention

staff and customers came.

Security were soon fulfilling an active role

organising a major search.

Talking to her for information and support

as the small lad was sought.

 

Police were brought in as there was no sign

dad came to be at hand.

Both parents comforting each other in shock

as minutes turned in to hours.

The crowded building cleared of passers-by

quiet hoping to hear even a cry!

 

Cameras showed he had wandered outside

nobody had seen him since.

Concern was mounting for his well-being

he was only five two days ago.

Reporters gathered hungry for any news

ready to write their views.

 

The light was fading as the temperature fell

everyone hoping he was well.

In the manager’s office they couldn’t leave

waiting holding onto hope.

A liaison officer there to keep them in touch

as it was becoming too much!

 

A police unit searched a nearby open park

happily found the lad asleep.

Safely within an enclosed children’s slide

sending for mum and dad.

Both elated and eager to hug their boy

relieved and filled with joy.

 

But realising how lucky to find him unharmed

how easy to be a different story!

Watching now tucked up in his racing car bed

he could have been lost.

Their problems were put into context that day

when their child went astray!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Watching The Screens!

This was an experience for the young man

excited at watching the screens.

A security officer in the prestigious hotel

first night without supervision.

Working the grave yard shift was daunting

knowing it had a famous haunting!

 

A lot on his mind with forty monitors to scan

covering every single floor.

Where it’s said ghostly shadows there roamed

guests leaving never to return!

He didn’t believe it being more of a sceptic

surely had to be a trick.

 

As the three other guards on duty patrolled

he sat eyeing each screen.

Making sure all was well and no intruders

throughout the complex.

On level twenty-nine the screens went blank

his confidence now sank.

 

Concerned that he had caused the malfunction

maybe flicking the wrong switch.

At that point received an urgent radio call

as the picture came back on.

The patrol had heard voices on an unused floor

wanting him to check for more.

 

Checking the monitor within the target zone

saw a blur near room 301.

As they approached saw a shape walk by

and an argument from inside.

Using an override card against policy went in

with an intent a search to begin.

 

Quickly radioed back and ran back into the hall

the room had been trashed.

Nobody had entered since it had been cleaned

this made then uneasy.

This was the actual room of a shocking crime

not solved until this time!

 

Reviewing and slowing down the recorded disk

a woman in a long white gown.

Is seen leaving walking through the suite door

a long bladed knife in her hand!

Before fading turned and at the lens was staring

back at them and glaring!

 

As they gathered tensely in the office talking

in the corridor heard sounds of walking!

 

 

When the day shift entered at seven a m

finding their colleagues stabbed!

On checking the security disk it was clear

the spectre had come back here!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Moon!

In an observatory the telescope was pointed

to view earth’s moon

objects were seen coming from the dark side

like flashes of intense light

each seemed to arc towards our small planet

how could this threat be met?

 

Alarmed at these unexplained close sightings

contacting other observatories

who had also seen the busy UFO activity

what could they do

panic spread in the scientific community

what could the phenomena be?

 

Fearful this could be the awaited invasion

a prediction widely held

not just amongst the general population

but also major nations

who in public denied aliens really existed

just imagination they insisted!

 

The moon was so near they nervously gazed

each agency could only wait

hours passed turning into many weeks

yet nothing came into range

these craft were still coming and going

as the tension was growing!

 

Space telescopes and spy tracking satellites

came up totally blank

this was no comfort without clear answers

a threat it could leak

reporters sensed a major crisis being muted

any information polluted!

 

But as the media began to realise the danger

events rapidly took over

security communication systems failed

a silent enemy approached

a defence friend could be quiet no more

telling me the score!

 

Sitting in a deep bunker with the privileged few

as an overwhelming enemy

had attacked the population without warning

and now control earth

sadness filled my heart at this dark hour

as now here I cower!

 

There is a resistant force have just been told

but the aliens are ruthless

my intention is to try and make contact soon

to link up with them

this is my planet to we cannot let them win

my journey will soon begin!

 

Hope my messages somehow will get heard

let me be your link

giving any intelligence that can be released

to keep you informed

my pray’s go to the resistance force out there

please take care!

 

Must sign off for now as the airwaves are monitored!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Security!

Security was not tight staff numbers very low

nobody saw them go in

an unlocked gate that was not secure

a camera not checked

the suspects just walked in unobserved

nothing was seen or heard!

 

Upon their backs suspicious brown rucksack’s

no soul around to challenge

this action would bring so much regret

as several hours later

in the railway carriage their bombs discharged

they would never be charged!

 

No discrimination for any of those injured or killed

from different backgrounds

hopelessness added to the chemicals in the air

silence followed the bang

the innocence of the victims and their kin

the aftermath would now begin!

 

No words spoken in the victim’s eyes despair

with a blank searching Stare!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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