Chance Meeting!

Over the table they chatted constantly

amazing he thought

never seen her in his local pub before

this beautiful woman

sitting gazing in his mind in the bag

maybe a chance for a shag!

 

But that was far from her real intentions

hatred welled up inside

badly treated and hit by her ex-boyfriend

a substance viciously injected

a lethal substance altering body chemistry

and personality drastically!

 

Becoming mutated into a ferocious monster

able to control her emotions

to trap her prey into a feeling of false security

before draining their bodies

of blood and fat then discarding the residue

into the sewers to drain through!

 

In the central police headquarters on the desk

the detective many files he browsed

showing all the remains in the clogged drains

from many areas in the county

with reports yet no clues to their ultimate demise

not enough to even surmise!

 

The sports car wound its way on a narrow track

the woman was driving her car

persuading him that as he had been drinking

it was safer as she had not had one

in her favourite spot parked it was isolated

not realising his life was fated!

 

The infatuation blinded his vision and sense

every thought was being controlled

she then transformed into her true form

snake-like fangs pierced his throat

instantly paralysed so was death body drained

only the shrivelled shell remained!

 

Coldly disposing him into a remote sewer

moved on to find another

composed roared off in her sports coupe

a new breed of human beast

soon to be another file on the full desktop

no answers to make it stop!

 

A mysterious assailant pursued injecting more humans!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

The Detour!

The Detour arrow lights flashed on and off

as the car hurtled towards it

three desperate criminals intent on escape

behind the police converged

the stolen car swerved onto a quarry track

for them no turning back!

 

Bouncing violently on the potholed surface

constantly glancing behind

checking the progress of their law hunters

surprised when they halted

no longer in pursuit they heartily cheered

as the driver oversteered!

 

Finding themselves rolling over several times

coming to rest on its roof

shaken and bruised they crawled from the car

seconds later it exploded

all they could do was reassess the conditions

and their precarious positions!

 

Pitch black isolated looking at distant blue lights

uncertain what was unfolding

confused as to why nobody would venture near

through woods blundered forth

no longer confident or with arrogant contempt

for some reason now exempt!

 

Exposure and shock added to their condition

ever the sense of a presence

movement and snapping of fallen branches

unfamiliar sounds circled them

still having guns fired wildly into emptiness

no more could they careless!

 

Panicking headed away from the tree line

yet knew something roamed

tired sat to rest but huge shadows hovered

like phantoms homing in

began to feel trapped with no place to run

shattered their resistance done!

 

Then realised they were poised on the edge

of a what seemed like a quarry

rocks crumbling under their body weight

and the phantoms converging

fell backwards their screams reverberating

the following silence intoxicating!

 

The law enforcement agencies went in at dawn

to recover the bodies

nobody dared enter at night it was dangerous

this was a long cursed spot

where many unexplained deaths had transpired

and normal reality expired!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Dormant!

Dormant on the rotting vegetation it lay

not visibly on display.

It had the appearance of a broken twig

until a child decided to dig.

Possibly organic in its advanced design

camouflaged by a vine!

 

There’d been reports of something in the trees

nothing entered not even bees.

Thought of as haunted so nobody went near

the locals truly did fear!

But the children had no such inhibitions

not for them superstitions!

 

One of the three then over the object stood

thinking it a piece of wood.

But as he held the ancient alien technology

they had no idea of ufology!

Suddenly it lit up and automatically fired

dropping it he quickly retired!

 

They all ran in terror from the small clearing

for them it wasn’t endearing.

The weapon had been put in an active state

what would this action create?

Then the eldest child still curious came back

picking it up off the track.

 

Something else lurked in the dark and gloom

wanting his weapon of doom!

Out of the shadows it came to reclaim the device

the teenager didn’t look twice!

He tripped and it fell on the dirty ground

falling it fired with little sound.

 

Just missing the alien who picked it up and ran

this was definitely not a man!

The lad scrambled in the opposite direction

a good time for defection.

That experience stayed with him forever

back to that place never.

 

What he saw or where it went he didn’t care

nobody else ventured in there!

Lights movements and sounds are still heard

would I enter don’t be absurd!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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