First!

First visit to his uncles rambling house

never knew he had this relative

until the day of his funeral and wake

drawn to a carved walking stick

its handle shaped like an eagle’s head

touching it could see only red!

 

Emotions on overload of deep hatred

people screaming for mercy

many bodies being slashed by a sword

dropping the cane aghast

checking nobody saw him walked away

gingerly not wanting to stay!

 

Outside in the afternoon sun in a daze

uncertain what had happened

but could vividly still see those images

that shook a fifteen year old

it was as though he was the actual slayer

not a passive player!

 

His father came out to find him standing

dazed and of pale complexion

enquired if he was upset at the funeral

the lad said he was fine

not mentioning his paranormal episode

his mind at that moment distant!

 

There was a secret that had not been told

for sometime knew he was different

as now the house was calling his name

as if it was welcoming him home

after that initial shock he returned within

knew his initiation was about to begin!

 

Unaware that his son had been summoned

never saw him go up the staircase

or the door to the study open and a bearded

man gleefully welcoming him in

soon would realise that he was not the same

from a kind lad a monster came!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Premonition!

Entering the ancient inn on the moors

for a second saw himself

lying throat cut on the flag stone floor

like a premonition said later

shaking sat down on a rickety bench

noticing a nasty stench!

 

His girlfriend joined him so concerned

it was her idea to come here

a quaint inn with a long dark history

both had a fascination for ghosts

often travelling to these eerie locations

for paranormal confrontations!

 

Not members of dedicated investigators

but paying to be scared

from growing companies making money

for those who wanted to seek

this was a knew experience for the pair

that they both could share!

 

Here for the first time they were scared

until now fun and a thrills

realising maybe they really did exist

saying nothing thinking

it could be the atmosphere here created

decided feeling agitated!

 

He explained what he had experienced

feeling on edge it felt so real

she to sensed eyes were there glaring

slightly easing as people came

the leaders for the night set the scene

all hyped up and very keen!

 

For awhile their minds were occupied

by the mediums revelations

moving to the areas said to be haunted

who told them the history

when she sensed spirits were nearby

gave out a bizarre cry!

 

Adding to this being mainly in the dark

the couple became spooked

as he again found himself on the floor

the same bloody image

made him yell having to quickly run

his time within was done!

 

The couple moved away from the inn

something was wrong

surprised the medium came to them

expressing her concern

the same shocking image she had seen

such a realistic scene!

 

Suggested they go in to face their anxiety

said it must be a past event

reluctantly returned to join those inside

waiting to start a séance

gathered standing around the very mark

unnaturally so very dark!

 

Then deep voices shuffling noises close by

the medium said hold hands

as from above the large open fire-place

a metallic clang and a sword

attached to the wall fell hitting the man

everybody panicked and ran!

 

Some frantically turned on their torches

scrabbling for the light switches

to find the body laying throat slashed

the weapon by his side

just as to the medium he had described it

now in disbelief did sit!

 

How had he predicted his own demise

within this historic inn

never visited before in his young life

was a mystery at this time

there were no answers to be found

or what evil was here bound!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Warriors!

Down upon the bloody battlefield he observed

the slaughter of his army!

Their sworn enemy retreating in their victory

the adrenaline still pumping.

His warriors always defiant their roar so loud

of them he was truly proud!

 

His muscular body glistening in the early dawn

old scars and new wounds

Cris crossed his flesh a bloody sword held high

shouting a defying war cry

Echoing shrilly over the mist filled valley below

praying to god their way to show!

 

One lost battle he knew did not lose this war

but the warriors were weary.

Without families near to mourn their passing

being their leader had to be strong.

No Time for remorse or for him to be meek

nor allow himself to become weak!

 

Moving amongst his loyal men to bury the dead

and prepare for the next battle!

Later back at their camp site his officers gathered

to count the cost and plan.

Giving his pledge there would be no more defeat

feeling the surge in his heart beat!

 

At dawn the loyal warriors marched ready to fight

tough and fearless their formation tight!

 

Onward to meet their destiny!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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