Early!

Early on that morning was so calm and sunny

as they set off on their journey

though the sky was filled with chemical trails

that did not fade but stayed

it was a big controversy they were being laced

with toxins the rulers embraced!

 

Kept this in mind as the day began to heat up

soon came upon traffic

decided to take a detour along  quieter

empty country lanes

were lost without phones and navigation

began to cause frustration!

 

Upon an abandoned village their first stop

this they did not see or expect

until their car ran over the vandalised sign

reading contaminated zone

a red skull and crossed bones made it grim

though a bright day here was dim!

 

Decided it best to leave without stopping here

but as they reversed to head back

as there seemed to be no road going through

it appeared out of place on moorland

the engine cut out the friends were stuck here

their next move was unclear!

 

Their phones read no signal yet could see a tower

sat not wanting to exit the vehicle

sensed it would be unwise to step outside the car

trapped in disbelief so vulnerable

patience was something they all lacked for sure

should not have taken a detour!

 

Suddenly on the roof a bang as if somebody there

scraping metal ringing in their ears

a black substance trickled down the windscreen

a slug like thing slithered into view

then were also on front windows on either side

each feeling wimps and mortified!

 

The three friends decided they had to decamp

the windows started to melt

struggling into the rear seat luckily four doors

in unison forced one open and ran

stumbling down the road they had just driven

to get away alive they were striven!

 

Running began to tire then thinking it was safe

slowed to a walking pace

a boom made them stop a bright flash followed

turning could see it was the car

an odd noise next to them took each by surprise

the slug like things muffled their cries!

 

High above another chemical trail filled the sky

a fine vapour fell where even birds did not fly!

 

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Is There Somebody There?

That light touch you feel or temperature drop

uneasy sensations you are not alone

interpreted as possibly a ghost is close by you

maybe the slamming of a door

your heart races that chill shoots up the spine

is it really a paranormal sign?

 

Is there anybody there words very often spoken

what would you do if it said yes

thinking naturally nobody was with anyway

intruders would not let you know

has any ghosts you can recall spoken this way

their presence never want to display!

 

I am sure most have heard unrecognisable noises

this is scary in your own home

most sounds are part of the fabric going unnoticed

some make you become alert

imagination can make you anxious of the unknown

and seeds of fear are overblown!

 

Many believe and are certain to have made contact

with those who have died recently

or long ago either family or spirits they do not know

there are different views on belief

are some people sensitive and psychically connect

and others this notion reject!

 

For the growing teams of paranormal investigators

spread throughout every nation

nothing has been resolved with endless hauntings

with more questions than answers

as more technology is involved to find the proof

will sceptics want to find the truth?

 

I am a sceptic honestly is there somebody there?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Pub Sign!

The Pub sign depicted a horned devil like creature

the exterior had an unwelcome feel

this was the attraction to visitors the weird feature

it certainly had that ghoulish appeal

rumours told of witchcraft and human sacrifice

the entire building was not nice!

 

Sacrificial blood its said was used to paint the sign

implements of torture and knives

adorned dark walls of irregular and uneven design

where a stench of death survives

from every corner there seems some movement

often faint voices in torment!

 

Hooded figures are often seen inside and without

though often considered spectral

stories suggest some are mortal creating doubt

in caves below the cult goes on

the practice never ended the dead cannot rest

and with visitors emotions jest!

 

The village a hamlet lost in a medieval time line

the old pub the central core

the church now a ruin after going into decline

an unexplained fire years before

the pub sign draws your attention like a beacon

causing resistance to weaken!

 

Yet the tourists come in search of its unholy past

even the sceptics leave unnerved

tainted by questions of  its history the legend cast

whatever the truth its observed

that repugnant awareness takes away rationality

that has led to insanity!

 

It start with the first glance of The Pub Sign!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

He Said!

He said to his sister who found him dying

from a self-inflicted knife wound

how sorry that he was leaving this way

unable to face life any more

and try to contact from beyond the grave

but no reasons he gave!

 

Loving her brother thought they were close

never realised he was so sad

regret clouded life as  she waited patiently

to make contact as he said

facts began to emerge of his mounting debt

threats for payment not met!

 

They were twins and sensed he was unhappy

travelling from her home abroad

hoping she would find him safe and well

that her intuition must be wrong

yet as she approach his apartment entrance

the dread within was immense!

 

Six long months had passed and still there

just having to stay in his place

putting her life on indefinite hold waiting

for that sign because he said

then a tap on the door rushing to open it

feeling scared she had to admit!

 

Standing before her a pretty young woman

with a baby held in her arms

crying said she was the brothers girl friend

they’d argued and broke up

not realising at the time she was pregnant

but to come back was her intent!

 

He still didn’t know she so wanted to tell him

but had no contact from him

knowing his problems found it hard to come

now she knew the awful truth

in the apartment they sat and his baby son

there was a unity of one!

 

The radio came on with no help from them

a song played they recognised

his favourite and the room became cool

they smelt his after shave

and knew they were not on their own in here

her brother to them was near!

 

Though her brother had taken his own life

she felt close to his son

the girlfriend moved in it really felt right

and sister stayed knowing

that what he said had really come true

now the family was complete to!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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