Shelter!

The shelter bleak empty and vandalised

was a familiar sight each day

attracting many odd characters to hover

like flies around dog poo

a base for the youngsters to plan trouble

not such an angelic hubble!

 

Glass replaced with plastic this to shattered

now left to decay with rubbish

intimate moments it was for many a haven

where characters gathered

weed smoked drugs to often exchanged

also dodgy business arranged!

 

If it could speak interesting tales could tell

the shelter also a landmark

for years the law just turned a blind eye

but when the object was found

the gatherings abruptly curtailed evermore

so revitalised the folklore!

 

The glowing rock just appeared from the sky

making a big hole causing a fire

this stopped the regulars from going to close

some were curious so approached

instantly incinerated as the rest dispersed

but everybody was coerced!

 

Unmarked vehicles and helicopters arrived

they were all rounded up

efficiently loaded on to trucks and removed

an airtight box was placed nearby

two robots carefully placed the object within

a major clean up did begin!

 

Being the only witness just escaping their grasp

watched and took photos as proof

thought I had escaped unnoticed but they knew

now on the run in fear of dying

the newspaper editor read with amazement

contents of an envelope to him sent!

 

At that time had no idea of the fatal ramification

soon realised it would lead to our damnation!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

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The Shelter!

The shelter stood on a country road

like a wooden covered hut

several bodies had been found inside

as if they had fallen asleep

there was no light the bulb long blown

not a place to be on your own!

 

Just passing made your being shudder

hoping you would never

wait for a bus in that dilapidated shack

or even breakdown either

accidents to often happened in its shade

animals there never strayed!

 

Locals well aware of legendary dangers

but tourists often stopped here

besides those who were deeply morose

it had a fascination with them

nowhere else did such a shelter exist

as the deaths here did persist!

 

In the last century few had researched

upon this spot a hanging post

before this a sacrificial altar was thought

to be on this very cursed blot

but whether you really believed it or not

the facts read like a very dark plot!

 

To this day the shelter still bleakly stands

those who tried to investigate

could not find an answer yet felt morose

in and around the structure

in the modern days of high technology

had no clues to this mythology!

 

There is so much in this realm unknown!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

The Forest!

On a winter’s night the group decided

to venture into the forest

it was not far from where they lived

but few wanted to enter

having that uninviting feel being dense

and the size immense.

 

They had all grown up in a nearby town

and fearing all the trees

decided the moment was right to dispel

any unease about the forest

many stories and fables inevitably told

but tonight they felt bold!

 

It had been allowed to grow naturally

as it was privately owned

yet who that was had been a mystery

making this a real adventure

intending to stay the night to explore

any odd noises did ignore!

 

Footpaths started to narrow grass thicken

trees and undergrowth

tangled together like a huge spiders web

their exit sealed behind

but in their enthusiasm could not see

there was nowhere to flee!

 

The temperature was getting warmer

any light had been blocked

now needing their torches struggling

to move a few feet forward

up ahead a building came into view

like a magnet them it drew!

 

A base they thought as there before them

a small cottage true

only a dilapidated shell but at least shelter

on entering were shaken

as several skeletons lay on the dirt floor

not wanting to stay anymore!

 

Back outside were uncertain of what to do

realising they were lost

the trees were more dense and closing in

even the path had gone

that sensation of being trapped mortifying

their laughter turned to crying!

 

Anger ensued as they tried to break through

the matted undergrowth

but it defeated their valiant attempts trying

as it became very cold

their strength weakened they had some food

and water but they were screwed

 

The forest had taken more victims as it was alive

nature here was the master

as vines like snakes with the people did intertwine

slowly absorbing their life force

the  group becoming part of the forest forever

parting from here never!

 

Few dared enter the forest it waited for the foolish!.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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