Maiden Voyage!

From its moorings the liner headed out to sea

the decks and shore filled with people

cheering loudly happy and excitedly watching

en route on its maiden voyage

no hint of the horrors that would materialize

to this day many still agonies!

 

The truth behind the sinking still in question

as yet another theory emerges

an uncontrollable fire in the ships coal bunkers

was raging when it left port

prestige and money outweighed human cost

as hundreds of lives were lost!

 

It is surmised long before the departure date

the fire was originally discovered

the task would be no problem to extinguish

but the bunkers were full

nobody knew when the initial ignition occurred

as the twists and turns of fate stirred!

 

Even as the excitement increased for passengers

families tearfully saying goodbye

there was no visible sign to an innocent throng

the deception continued on

the ship set off on its only voyage and into history

leaving that lingering mystery!

 

Too many unanswered questions remain to this day

unease of what really happened

never goes away as more hidden evidence discovered

what is yet to be brought into sight

will it ever be known the veracity of that fateful night

full disclosure of these souls true plight!

 

 

That is a question there is no certainty can be resolved!

 

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

The Peninsula!

To the family from the city the air was fresh

clean without the diesel smell

the spectacular sea views the land tapering

down to golden beaches

of the ever approaching isolated peninsula

staring out of their car!

 

The day was drawing rapidly towards dusk

the sun was setting fast

tomorrows forecast another lovely hot day

at last saw the cottage

weary after the long trip just wanted sleep

down the final lane so steep!

 

Soon as the sunset parked in an allotted bay

alongside the thatched cottage

glad to be here at last unloading their luggage

eager to get settled within

noticing the lighthouse a short distance away

somewhere when bored to stray!

 

Their first night was restful to tired to care

after nine when they woke

in these new surroundings of fresh sea air

absent of traffic sounds

their teenage daughter Jess was first up

in the kitchen dropped a cup!

 

Rousing the rest out of their sweet slumber

soon the smell of fried breakfast

filled the cottage making it feel more homely

setting them up for the fray

that would be an eventful twenty four hours

as events their holiday sours!

 

Mum and dad wanted to go and get groceries

from the nearby village store

but Jess and Paul wanted to see the lighthouse

knowing the kids often argued

were reluctant but eventually agreed to leave

from their parents had a reprieve!

 

As soon as they had gone noticed an emptiness

putting it down to being old

when the back door opened then closed scared

decided it was time to go

a little spooked not wanting to stay anymore

the lighthouse then seashore!

 

Nearing the tall structure made them feel small

straining to view the top

where the beam of light shone to protect ships

from coming in to close

both saw somebody waving at them frantically

as far as they could see!

 

Then it was gone blinded by the rising morning sun

arriving at the base

a notice by the entrance read tour’s start from ten

it was locked nobody there

but who was that standing at the top of the tower

they witnessed in that hour?

 

Exactly at the time stated a young woman arrived

and opened for tours

she was surprised to see two kids without parents

health and safety issues

told them without an adult could not let them in

asked was somebody else within?

 

Surprised said no so told her what they had seen

happy to talk about the history

that a lighthouse keeper a century before saw

a ship coming onto the rocks

the light had gone out on this treacherous coast

so with flares stayed at his post!

 

But the passenger ship hit the rocks many died

women and children to

though a hero in the storm fell to his own death

until this day a mystery

why the beam failed and keepers untimely fall

a mystery that did still enthrall!

 

Soon people were queueing to be shown around

so knew it was time to leave

they wanted to go down to those sandy beaches

but on the path the sand blew

yet nowhere else as if their passage was thwarted

so the sea walk was aborted!

 

Fed up and bored saw their were parents returning

stood waiting at the gate

a breeze passed them and footsteps were heard

walking up the path

afraid to turn mum got out of the car calling them

just before mayhem!

 

Wanted help with the shopping as dad was busy

as they were walking up the path

saw a showy shape looking out of the open door

that none of them had been near

all three stopped and yelled in a loud unified cry

rationality it did defy.

 

Dad came running at the shouting to find out why

as the three backed away

to afraid to go inside reluctantly went to the door

then he noticed the sign

this was the home of Tom bell a lighthouse keeper

it is said taken by the devils reaper!

 

He had no idea what this meant as a rasping voice

told him to come in

ashen walked down the path guiding his family

telling them to get in the car

and drove away at speed leaving their effects

here embedded lay many dark secrets!

 

Evil had been awakened by the family’s short stay

from its influence could never get away!

 

The Peninsula

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

The Sea Fog!

The fog over the sea was unusually dense

to the locals in the small village

that lay on the coast it was ominous

this was no natural sea fog

stories handed down told of a terrible past

of a curse on the people cast!

 

That every twenty-five years came the fog

dense and glowing it would come

when the villagers went in they vanished

as something within took them away

once more a reality not a story being told

there came a breeze so cold!

 

Two hundred families lived in the community

fishermen and their families

the same number for five hundred centuries

they were the trapped ancestors

silently villagers culled in the glowing fog

no sound not even a barking dog!

 

The legend was of the long dead coming back

in the red glowing sea fog

because of what the village ancestors had done

wrecking a ship on the rocks

to plunder and kill those still alive on board

through greed take away the hoard!

 

The few who survived swore they would return

every century to get their revenge

for all the innocent souls taken that evil night

the village was forever cursed

this was the anniversary the fifteenth of December

when this generation would remember!

 

The priest of the little church upon the steep hill

a descendant of the wreckers leader

who was the one that had researched the truth

knowing that under the wooden floor

still lay most of the stolen sailing ships haul

they would return until they had it all!

 

In the fog the long dead walked once more

anybody they met would die

but if you stayed in and ignored the knock

for them they would be well

those who opened the door would perish

no more life to cherish!

 

Alone in the old church the fog for him came

he knew what it wanted

grotesque figures trying to get in his domain

the house of his god

there the priest prepared for his passage to hell

defiantly he rang the brass bell!

 

The sea fog entered as a sword cut him down

at the time the ship hit the rocks

then slowly receded back out to the deep-sea

the bell silent the priest had been taken

for now satisfied their curse was partly fulfilled

treasure not retrieved but the priest killed!

 

The village mourned those who had gone

life there once more carried on!

 

The wife of the priest gave birth to a son!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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