Soldier!

He sat alone in the train compartment

it was during war-time

the soldier was on leave from the army

had witnessed the abhorrence

of warfare and his friends lives ended

their funerals attended!

 

As he sat deep in thought became aware

in the seat opposite

by the window a frail looking woman sat

weeping very quietly

gasped certain nobody else was in there

this compartment to share!

 

The light was poor as it was the black out

how cold he now felt

sound of bombs dropping in the distance

already very stressed

could only stare at his unexpected visitor

that he could not ignore!

 

There was nowhere for him to run away

a no corridor train

on this old trundling commuter train

he was stuck here

did not fancy jumping onto the line

this decided to decline!

 

But suddenly the shape distorted

the face became clear

now saw the black eyes glaring

the once human features

changed into a grotesque outline

his sanity unable to define!

 

A loud scream like a banshee wail

made him reel away

running to the left locked door

pounding the glass

as it smashed his flesh was torn

shouting as if others to warn!

 

The train slowly screeched to a halt

station staff ran to his aid

upper body lay over the broken door

they helped him out

in the carriage nobody else was there

to them an odd affair!

 

Later in hospital his wounds tended

he was unconscious

eventually when he was able to speak

nothing could he recall

but in his mind the image did remain

thought was he going insane?

 

From then on felt a vile presence near!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Watching The Screens!

This was an experience for the young man

excited at watching the screens.

A security officer in the prestigious hotel

first night without supervision.

Working the grave yard shift was daunting

knowing it had a famous haunting!

 

A lot on his mind with forty monitors to scan

covering every single floor.

Where it’s said ghostly shadows there roamed

guests leaving never to return!

He didn’t believe it being more of a sceptic

surely had to be a trick.

 

As the three other guards on duty patrolled

he sat eyeing each screen.

Making sure all was well and no intruders

throughout the complex.

On level twenty-nine the screens went blank

his confidence now sank.

 

Concerned that he had caused the malfunction

maybe flicking the wrong switch.

At that point received an urgent radio call

as the picture came back on.

The patrol had heard voices on an unused floor

wanting him to check for more.

 

Checking the monitor within the target zone

saw a blur near room 301.

As they approached saw a shape walk by

and an argument from inside.

Using an override card against policy went in

with an intent a search to begin.

 

Quickly radioed back and ran back into the hall

the room had been trashed.

Nobody had entered since it had been cleaned

this made then uneasy.

This was the actual room of a shocking crime

not solved until this time!

 

Reviewing and slowing down the recorded disk

a woman in a long white gown.

Is seen leaving walking through the suite door

a long bladed knife in her hand!

Before fading turned and at the lens was staring

back at them and glaring!

 

As they gathered tensely in the office talking

in the corridor heard sounds of walking!

 

 

When the day shift entered at seven a m

finding their colleagues stabbed!

On checking the security disk it was clear

the spectre had come back here!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Beware Of Dark Secrets!

He always seemed to be sitting  alone staring

nobody approached his table

observing the people passing like a camera

probing their personal lives

noting every detail through his cold eyes

what intentions within lies?

 

But when he wanted to be was so charming

to gain the trust of his victim

making them feel with him they were safe

concealing his true motives

in fact he had no moral standards to meet

being a creature of deceit!

 

Had always been a loner since childhood

being merciless and cruel

yet he sat relaxed with his usual half-smile

his life was an unknown

seemed to be a man of means dressed smart

unnoticed he did depart!

 

The serial killer embarked on another mission

his victim he had selected

like a business man going on an appointment

blending in with daily routine

none realised how near a killer they had been

soon leaving his last crime scene!

 

What you see may not be real

but an illusion being created

by those wanting to conceal

a life chosen to be fated!

 

Beware Of Dark Secrets!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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