Strike Twelve!

Could hear a distant clock strike twelve midnight

it was now the new year of 2019

all around the explosions and colour of fireworks

she had drunk a lot but felt feisty

just slapped a friend who had become too familiar

it was an annual celebration

seeing in another year with all her school mates

reminiscing laughs and debates!

 

But this time a distinct uncomfortable atmosphere

had to get out of the noisy party

she found herself wondering dark country lanes

it was not frightening alone at first

until the fireworks had ended becoming so quiet

being a town dweller the countryside

was unfamiliar territory without a coat was cold

scared wanted somebody to hold!

 

She could hear strange noises and animals sounds

she guessed that was the explanation

had aimlessly wondered moving away from the party

unaware something nearby was stalking

the cold began to make her shiver clearing the mind

snow began to fall coming to a halt

turned to go back as a spider-like creature descended

from the trees feared her life had ended!

 

Instinct and adrenaline gave her strength and power

ran into a field visibility being near zero

tripping and scratching herself staying by the hedge

could sense it was following close by

how could it grow to such a huge size pondered

to scared dared not look behind

saw a light prayed it was where she had walked out

now filled with panic and doubt!

 

There was no sounds that had become so very loud

reached the garden wall climbed over

scraping both legs to escape the thing chasing her

in pain and bleeding got to the rear door

yes this was the place but now no drunken revelers

going inside the spider had caught up

Just managed to close it thought this thing contained

but a tentacle pierced her skull brain was drained!

 

Awoke shouting her boyfriend trying to calm her down

its alright C J another of those nightmares

never known you to have so many whats on your mind

settling down covered in sweat so real

shaking it off ignored his question but was concerned

having a cup of coffee got a text from a friend

inviting her to a New Years Eve party in the countryside

quickly accepting to her friend replied!

 

For a few moments shuddered thinking of that nightmare

just a coincidence no such thing as giant-spiders out there!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

No!

Where have they gone those days of fun

to be out with the family in the sun

simple times no television families talking

then no fear of monsters stalking

all together each Sunday for dinner and tea

that filled everybody with glee!

 

No expectations or need for material wealth

or trips to the gym for your health

plenty of plain food and that afternoon walk

happy then to simply sit and talk

computer games and smart phones yet to be

both hands and thoughts free!

 

Countryside unspoilt with no motorway blight

or endless buildings to block the sight

any news was not broadcast twenty four seven

holidays not abroad but sunny Devon!

but even then warnings of world destruction

were not broadcast like a film production!

 

Cannot deny it was far from a perfect society

far from that hope of propriety

to me seemed more contained not in your face

life was at a far slower pace

enjoyment was more simple the pressure less

no buzz word then known as stress!

 

But every decade has its ample recollections

filled with countless imperfections

catastrophes that shape the course of history

distressing cases that remain a mystery

so each new dawn we face a fresh blank day

to see if our lives continue to replay!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Last Journey!

The pretty young teenager got on the bus

on her way to school.

Thinking about the exam she was to take

glad to see her friends.

No bad feelings or thoughts just talking

but somebody was stalking!

 

There was one watching her and brooding

as the vehicle moved.

Stood suddenly lurching forward at the girl

in his hand a knife!

Focussed on his act the weapon pierced skin

shocking events would begin!

 

The driver stopped hearing terrible screams

as the murderer escaped.

Forcing open the doors he then sprinted away

friends and strangers united.

Some paralysed with fear others tried to slow

the pumping blood flow!

 

Paramedics and police  on the scene in minutes

clearing the passengers.

But even with professional help could not save

this precious young life!

One light of a generation had been cruelly taken

everybody was shaken.

 

The suspect was caught an hour later lurking

acting suspiciously nearby.

Apprehended and taken in for interrogation

waiting for more information.

Then declaring he was of unsound mind

not saying if the maniac kind!

 

Those questions that are always being asked

might one day be answered!

 

Dear child rest in peace.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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