Surrounded!

They surrounded the bed where their mother lay

like vultures waiting for the victim to expire

gasping for breath faces becoming more clouded

within was at peace her life had been good

not wanting any family and friends to feel sadness

memories to be good not linger or depress!

 

Certainly not left with no love ones to give comfort

not in a dark dank slum or leaking tent

was in her own warm comfortable and familiar bed

a figure dressed in white glowed nearby

her husband to smiled patiently waiting in shadow

recall flowed like a slide show!

 

Not young satisfied she had no regrets or bad secrets

there for the children and grandchildren

her daughter sat holding mothers hand tightly so cold

peace filled that bedroom eyes closed

breathing stopped as her soul left the vessel at last

she was now part of history past!

 

Holding the man she had married and left far to soon

took one more gentle gaze at the family

then guided by the angel through that brilliant light

those present sensed she had passed on

praying over the empty body they loved so very dear

in unity they would forever be near!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Enclosed!

There alone in the room felt enclosed

yet somehow something lingered

sounds though faint made him shiver

no radio or any other distractions

could have made those creepy sounds

as knocking in his head pounds!

 

What was so close yet he could not see

nothing visible but why so petrified

afraid to move or look around the room

surely this must be his imagination

his breath now was becoming strained

his strength and willpower drained!

 

The open door closed wanted to scream

the air chilled heard a faint whisper

understood not a syllable of any words

mouth became so dry his heart raced

on his sweaty neck a sudden sharp pain

no longer within could he remain!

 

What was here tormenting his very being

a shadow appeared and circled him

a physical push made him fall to his knees

summing up what energy he had left

crawled to the door struggling to his feet

prayed this specter he could defeat!

 

As it began that awful sensation had gone

but the scars within were really strong

what had happened just could not explain

to this day vividly remains in his brain!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Substance!

Everybody is living within this substance

air that we need to exist

but what else lives in this environment

in the mists and clouds

bacteria virus’s alien spores nasty things

that with it danger brings!

 

Life forms existing before humans came

objects seen in storms

flying in our atmosphere unidentified

is it of humanoids design

or from another parallel civilisations

opens worrying implications!

 

In the darkness many become terrified

as it brings night terrors

seeing monsters ghosts shadow figures

in wardrobes or under the bed

engulfing them in a daunting situation

causing their expiration!

 

Orbs floating or more weird displays

of blazing light formations

evil cold voices with no bodies near

glasses furniture or doors

moving as if by hidden manipulation

without rational explanation!

 

Possessions of people by demonic beings

needing priests for exorcism

are there spirits here who have never

taken any solid form

so much with the answers not yet found

what else is earthbound?

 

Be careful who knows what’s around!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Silo!

The desert was flat you could never tell

that below where you stood

was a military bunker and missile silo

from a time years passed

built here on this lonely barren latitude

that had a bad attitude!

 

An everlasting reminder of mans ingenuity

negative approach to peace

of times that have gone but do still exist

creation of terror and destruction

yet for many this factor has disappeared

to die is no longer feared!

 

Thinking foolishly that all conflicts will end

is only in dreamers minds

always there simmering the spark of war

lay in wait in human culture

where somebody is ready to light the flame

so conflicts in history doth remain!

 

The silo is but one symbol of the bloody past

forever on humans the shadow cast!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

New Beginning!

For the parents and five girls of varying ages

this was the chance for a new start

in a different location far away from the city

where their eldest had problems

claiming the house was haunted by a spirit

so would not stay within it!

 

Managed to get into trouble and arrested

eventually having a breakdown

at seventeen needed psychiatric support

ending in a mental asylum

realised their daughter would not return

having little money a concern!

 

There was no choice when their youngest saw

unseen by them girls running around

and a woman in her room standing screaming

the decision was made to leave

having one disturbed girl was enough not two

nothing else they could do

 

On the internet this house seemed to appeal

cheap needing some work

a bargain not to be missed the family agreed

mum and dad looked alone

with no choice this was all they could afford

nothing wrong the agent assured!

 

Their new home was a long way from the last

and the light was fading on arrival

it took some time to pick their eldest child up

from the hospital’s psychiatric wing

darkness had fallen when they entered within

unaware it was a house of sin!

 

Everybody was too tired to feel any concern

settling in the lounge together

sleeping bags their beds for this one night

though it was a restless sleep

not because of  it being a strange new dwelling

there were sounds like pitiful yelling!

 

Before dawn the eldest Rebecca was a awoken

by a whisper in her ear so clear

half asleep saw a girl of similar age stood there

thin and pale and beckoning

as if wanting her to follow but she tripped falling

yet still heard a voice calling!

 

The noise woke the family and the girl had gone

and now no pleading voice

said nothing in case it was assumed a relapse

she knew that it was a ghost

since she was very young she could see the dead

experts said she was mad instead!

 

Now Rebecca accepted it was a gift that felt a curse

the only other who understood

was her youngest sister Amy she to often saw them

said they were her imaginary friends

but the ones Rebecca saw were more malevolent

unable to rest because of their torment!

 

Thinking it had quietened down since being in care

was not happy to see them here

realising there was a danger but what was unclear

for the rest of the day brooded

except Amy nobody knew the house was harmful

possessed by a being nasty and cruel!

 

The area looked pleasant but evil still remained

she could see hanging women

on trees outside men dragging them from inside

by the evening she was scared

dad was starting a new job the very next day

knowing none of them should stay!

 

In their bedrooms saw the shadow beings moving

she had to get her siblings out

young Amy now held her hand tightly frightened

with the overwhelming presence

of violence at any possible moment she had to act

but had no idea about tact .

 

Her parents were use to her in uncontrollable rages

but now confident was in control

told Amy to wait outside she ran up the stairs

helping the other sisters down

then started screaming to get mum and dad riled

and out before they were all defiled!

 

Opening the door startled Rebecca they followed her

both being naturally concerned

rushing into the garden was surprised to see them all

at that moment there was a flash

just the two saw faces at the window then the blaze

the family stared helplessly in a daze!

 

But they were all alive! But was it over?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Monastery!

The monastery partly a ruin being centuries old

popular for many ghost hunters.

Trying to prove or disprove by varies methods

any existence of ghostly visitations!

Amongst the impressive crumbling architecture

the imagination heightened for sure!

 

Tales of hooded monks seen walking in dark places

or surrounding burial ground.

The ghost hunters enthusiastically came to stalk

on this open bleak moorland.

You can feel the prickly static electricity everywhere

that alone gives you a scare!

 

Often a low mist hangs over an exposed monastery

giving it that typical haunted image.

On this particular winters night a group arrived

inexperienced and impressionable.

Investigating this known documented haunted site

what would they find on this night?

 

Straight away every one had that uneasy sensation

they were being closely scanned.

But put it down to atmospheric conditions created

as they each began to prepare.

They formed into a circle this was how they started

trying to connect with the departed.

 

Now late in the evening becoming cold and misty

they felt shivery and chilled!

Two of the six were certain they had been touched

one on the head one on the back!

Another in the infra-red light saw shadow appear

in awe said it was so clear!

 

An hour later split into three’s for the viduals

in the areas of reported sightings.

And they certainly would not be disappointed

three girls sat in the monastery.

When they all heard close by a very loud bang

and from above a bell rang!

 

Taking a cautious look around nothing was found

staying calm took photos.

Certain something was stood by the small altar

decided to do an EVP session!

Replaying the recording picked up a woman crying

saying faintly she was dying!

 

Having to quickly exit as an object was thrown

certain now they were not alone!

The other group could see them run outside

wandering amongst silent stones.

Where a thick mist formed in a human shape

they also had to escape!

 

Gathering in the tiny nearby car park shaking

pleased at what they had caught.

Hurriedly collecting equipment left at five am

eager to review their findings.

As they departed by the main monastery door

a shadow rose from the floor!

 

Brave or foolish they wanted to come back for more!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

From The House!

From the house under the shadow of the hill

the couple lived there

for several years looked to the grassy slopes

having an inexplicable dread

that one day something to fear would descend

with no hope to defend!

 

Together on its summit had contentedly sat

enjoying panoramic views

open grass lands where sheep lazily grazed

everything in perfect place

then the natural order seemed to prevail

nobody believed their tale!

 

They went on looking and waiting for the event

as others simply ignored them

after that first slight tremor they both knew

the moment had arrived

on a bright day the sky began to go very dark

a date humans would mark!

 

The premature darkness passed as the huge craft

came slowly over the hill

their years of fear realised the invasion was here

most panicked and fled

waves of small craft then spewed out from within

mans nightmare would soon begin!

 

As the first casualties and explosions began to happen

below the nice small house

a new life began they had prepared for this eventuality

settling in their fitted bunker

where both stayed safe and unharmed until they died

the enemy the couple had defied!

 

Above the shattered world overrun by alien marauders

disintegrated as the enemy moved on!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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