Somebody said they heard the cries
afterwards silence nothing more
gone out of character the family said
the search became desperate
only hope was all they could long
their emotions like a sad song!
They found her body in a dusty quarry
with no dignity in the heat
none could grasp this wicked crime
another young soul lost
her laugh that warmth to us denied
this monster her future nullified!
Humans have the capacity for murder
without emotion or any remorse!
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The dark tunnel ahead loomed uninviting
on that desolate abandoned railway track
a disused line on an uninviting moorland
so often wished I had not gone out there
weeds grew amongst those rusting lines
walking over vandalised warning signs
no sound except the penetrating silence
too quiet for me to be there all alone
breaking the deadly stillness saw a glow
that came from within the dark tunnel
weird vibrations started below my feet
rooted to the spot unable to make a retreat
out of the archway belching out smoke
came a steam locomotive so large and clear
a shrill whistle blaring falling off the line
could only lay there in a disbelieving haze
it passed me pulling many carriages behind
blinking it had gone was this in my mind
fearfully neared the pitch black entrance
jitters finally over ruled my bold intentions
retreated moving away looking down the line
still unable to take in these images perceived
yet it seemed so real a magnificent sight
a phantom train on a journey into the night!
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It descended like a chariot from the gods
onto the long golden sandy beach
witnesses enjoying the beach and waves
ran in terror as the object dropped
in silence to hover above a rocky outcrop
for a few minutes there did stop!
An awesome sight many sank to their knees
thinking was this the second coming
its brightness dimmed became a red glow
a few were bold started approaching
but their skin began to burn and retreated
as the dangers none heeded!
Nobody had seen such a sight from above
so bright emitting this radiation
now they bowed in humility and suspicion
was this a god here in a vision
afraid to look breathing made them choke
not wanting its wrath to evoke!
More gathered in awe as it became once more
a fiery ball of fire as it ascended
higher in the onyx tinged sky like a second sun
leaving an everlasting impression
drawing what they had witnessed on rock faces
from these god like alien races!
This was only the beginning they would return!
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Outside of the desert camp gates
a sinkhole had appeared
during the long cold dark night
their entrance blocked
patrols at the perimeter fence
found cracks so immense!
Anybody within were trapped
the only way out fly
but there were no helicopters
nobody knew the cause
deep concern a secret facility
it was an act of hostility!
Who was the enemy contact lost
communications down
alone in the middle of a desert
an unseen enemy close
vibrations beneath their feet
with nowhere to retreat!
How any invaders could penetrate
or attack undetected
a dark project non-existent site
caused a major threat
no time to initiate self destruct
the project was fucked!
Blasts grew louder from below
the ground they stood on
disintegrated as the craft rose
cylindrical and metallic
slowly emerged from the debris
leaving behind the frenzy!
From the small sinkhole it grew
until everything imploded
those few soldiers who survived
helplessly watched
as in silence and blink of an eye
it vanished into the sky!
The leaders were far from amused
the stolen technology
could lead to the their downfall
those mighty paymasters
defeated by their doomsday device
mankind paying the price!
Could such a scenario really happen?
The Foureyed Poet.
A lovely daughter full of life and hope
spending a day with her family
catching up as she now lived far away
visiting familiar and fond places
memories that could never be erased
so much joy was raised!
Strolling along the harbour and old pier
no thought of violence in mind
a link between father and precious child
without any warning a shot
is heard then his child sinks to the floor
his emotions soon to be raw!
A lone figure runs quickly from the scene
concerned only with escape
leaving a stunned father holding his sibling
fatally wounded cradled in his arms
asking for his help he was unable to give
for this atrocity hard to forgive!
In silence he stayed until medics arrived
sadly too late for any hope
within those seconds reality had changed
a precious life denied
real happiness taken by a culture of evil
her place nothing could fill!
Rest in peace another victim of a violence!
The Foureyed Poet.
As usual he put in the first business postcode
before heading off for the day
into his firms car built-in satellite navigation
just the normal routine
nothing seemed wrong on that early morning
what happened no warning!
A good weekend with the family those memories
in his mind still lingered
from the office headed onto the motorway north
to his clients busy factory
he was an insurance agent all claims had to assess
check the damage and mess!
Lot of travelling away from home but his own boss
not knowing the route
had to rely on a route finder always got him there
onto dual carriageways
the voice female and posh accent somehow soothing
like a friend he was approving!
For a moment the voice stopped maybe a poor signal
map still showed the direction
it was not for long yet when it spoke again it was deep
and a male voice strange
wanting to get to his destination thinking just a glitch
no time for any hitch!
Map was still showing the same direction as before
keeping eyes on the road
as the deep tone proceeded with the directions
now decided to stop
at the next service area along his present way
but no exits signs on display!
Eventually it narrowed to a single track he slowed
and the voice said exit
in two hundred yards turn left lost had to obey
soon coming to a village
the car came near to a church stop he was told
the place was neglected and old!
Stopping looking at the drab buildings and gardens
it began to seem familiar
certainly not where he had hoped to be by now
the friendly voice had returned
make a u-turn as soon as possible then next right
to hear that was a delight!
Almost afraid to get out plucked up the courage
yes this was where he was born
but why had he been brought back to his home
nobody was left of his family
they were all laid to rest in the church cemetery
this vivid in his memory!
The church door opened and his mum was there
welcome home my son
as she spoke his dad was by her side smiling
it became much brighter
so pleased to see them yet what did it mean
began feeling so serene!
Then heard frantic voices calling out his name
flashing lights and discomfort
opening his eyes a mask over his face dizzy
he is awake a voice shouted
unable to move was lifted into the ambulance
then blackness and silence!
Please Jim wake up you’re having a nightmare
too much to drink again
you will be late the traffic will be busy by now
rudely made to get up
soon sat in his car on an early Monday morning
into his mind the dream came roaring!
Decided after that he would take the day off!
The Foureyed Poet.
On the edge of an open field hung the tattered flag
the only indication of the battle
long forgotten the torment of lost innocence
or names of the fallen soldiers
one more conflict where nothing had been won
there a feeling of death still hung!
Bodies buried in shallow graves where each fell
young lives ended in torment
grass now covered the site and sheep grazed
where restless souls still roam
no cannon or musket fire nor smell of cordite
as two armies clash in the fight!
Silence is what greets the visitor to this field
pleasant during daylight hours
as the shadows lengthen a mist hangs low
and voices have been heard
crying out longingly on the endless breeze
rustling the grass and trees!
The tattered flag blows proudly in its salute
to those nameless soldiers
from long ago whose spirits will never leave
all those families of the fallen
remember their ancestors ultimate sacrifice
in war a cruel and futile device!
The tattered flag remains as a remembrance!
The Foureyed Poet.
The woman was so completely afraid
she just wanted to die
her nerves now completely frayed
no longer tears to cry
the family she loved had expired
exhausted and tired!
One other was here in this residence
the son she had born
not normal but brooding and intense
the happiness torn
against his cunning they had no chance
as on each he did advance!
He saw no love nor for them any affection
void of any emotion
like an animal caged he had no connection
by instinct not devotion
thought of them purely as his prey to stalk
on all four limbs did walk!
Had broken free from his shackles and prison
the beast began to roam
the smell of blood within in him his lust risen
this place a lair not home
his mother was afraid she being the last alive
had lost the will to survive!
Could not let her son destroy anybody outside
knew him she had to kill
it had to be done from him no longer could hide
this last act had to fulfill
sat in the nursery with her son had been born
feeling alone scared and forlorn!
That moment arrived sensing he was getting near
a growl not a human sound
an odor of putrefied flesh made her task more clear
for she had been found
as the beast lunged for her body the knife she held
pierced its chest the son felled!
Silence for the mother lay crushed under the weight
afraid no more the monster defeated
none left to tell the frightening tale of fear and hate
or the horrors to be repeated
until one day a distant cousin knocked on the door
regretting that move for sure!
The Foureyed Poet.
ted state
The single young woman found it was hard
even though working
to pay the bills and the large mortgage to
she needed a lodger
providing extra income so she could cope
this really was the hope!
The lodger arrived late on an winter evening
there on the front porch
an old suitcase clasped in bony hand
speaking in a quiet voice
harsh whisper in a monotonous drone
yet had a chilling tone!
Said she had read about the room to rent
yet not contacted by phone
the owner reluctant to let her come inside
struggled paying the bills
regrettably no other enquiries received
she could only proceed.
From the first meeting doubt was embedded
within her inner fears
already the warmth of her home had waned
showed her the room
gave her approval she would take it uttered
in agreement muttered!
Moved in that night with no other luggage
went in the room in silence
the door shut yet the owner full of dread
what had she let in her house
sat in the lounge listening to the television
already regretting her decision!
Decided to sleep down in the lounge that night
later thought it was silly
to allow her imagination to spook her thoughts
the lodger would be fine
three days passed before eventually emerging
trouble began surging!
Unable to comprehend what she was doing
no food had been taken in
could not recall if the toilet had been used
not feeling well stayed inside
never been sick as this trying to think back
or so much energy lack!
The lodger crept about now mainly in the dark
the place would not heat
it was constantly cold and so many flies buzzed
always a dank mouldy smell
filled the air never had this before she came
nothing could she blame!
In the end decided had to make conversation
depression was overwhelming
even hard to climb the stairs breath short
soon outside the room stood
before she could knock the door it opened
into emptiness did descend!
Compelled to enter there saw the gaunt figure
empty eyes and almost skeletal
went to speak but there was a piercing scream
followed by a blinding light
she woke with a shudder and fell off her bed
thinking she must be dead!
Finding her heart was racing knew she was not
sat shaken on the thick rug
cold no more really went to the lodgers door
finding it was slightly open
summed up the courage to go right inside
had to face not hide!
But it was empty the lodger seemed to have left
the tension and fear had lifted
the odours and flies were not about any more
though she had not existed
strange had it been an awful nightmare she had
certainly never had one that bad!
Came home from work around seven that evening
got herself something to eat
then there was a faint tap upon the front door
wondering who it could be
nobody usually called at this time without a call
went to answer it down the hall!
Devastated to see a thin pale girl holding a suitcase
within her bony hand!
The Foureyed Poet.
They thought it was just a large cat on the grass
by the old canal bank
drawing near the object dived into the water
large ripples spread outwards
yet silence remained creating an atmosphere
that deep-seated fear!
All seemed so natural the same familiar scene
over the surprise walked on
continuing chatting along the narrow tow path
reaching their favourite seat
facing the murky water the object was again sat
thinking maybe a big rat!
How they tried to ignore this persistent entity
there ominously not moving
to their dismay it was soon joined by another
that slid onto the bank
this was definitely bigger it began to slither
as their nerve began to wither!
Realising there was danger they began to run
knowing the short cut out
back onto the bustling rush hour town centre
with unprecedented speed
the now visible snake-like creature attacked
the momentum they lacked!
The last to go was caught and swallowed whole
witnessing this appalling event
three friends stumbled away in complete terror
as the smaller beast lunged
tearing at a young girls foot she screamed pain
breaking free before it bit again!
Reaching what they hoped was a safe location
stood on the bridge looking down
upon the now tranquil canal below their feet
with no signs or undulations
what were they why had it killed their mate
for him help was too late!
Now in and on the canal bank nothing stirred!
The Foureyed Poet.
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