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.

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The Door!

There was the key he had lost some years ago

that fitted the rusting lock

belonging to the door at the top of narrow stairs

in his dead uncle’s house

that was told by him every visit never to go near

how inside wanted to peer!

 

Now in his thirties the warning clearly remembered

his aunt within still resided

had found the key in the uncle’s study desk draw

fear had never left him

took it home on a hook in his own kitchen placed

soon noticed it had been misplaced!

 

After searching for a while puzzled where it was

was distracted with other thoughts

now confronted with the keys re-appearance

renewed his long-lost fears

realising the time was here to face his own past

decided to open the door at last!

 

At his uncle’s house his aunt sat so frail and old

let her know he was there

then took his long dreaded steps to the door

the dust made him cough

spiders cobwebs made his blood pressure high

his childhood nightmare was nigh!

 

With his mind screaming to leave right away

turned the key pushed it open

an awful odour made him retch as he faltered

fumbled for a light switch

could not find one yet the wall seemed so wet

stood helpless with regret!

 

More use to the darkness the landing light shone

creating creepy odd shadows

he became aware of something near the window

that had been blacked out

metal bars screwed in front something slithered

sinking to the floor his strength withered!

 

And on top of him was a monstrous drooling freak

with a deep throaty voice spoke

welcome home brother aunty said you were coming

in the doorway she stood

glad you to have met at long last she closed the door

nothing was heard of him anymore!

 

His cries for help were never heard!

 

The Foureyed Poet

 

 

 

 

I recall!

I recall one cold and wet thundery night

while staying in my uncles old eerie house.

Sitting in his huge armchair in candle light

near the hearth sat a frightened little mouse.

It was warm in front of the flickering fire

as I dozed with dreams of burning desire.

Suddenly a noise made me jump from the chair

something strange must have happened I thought.

In my half awake state I was aware

then from a dark dingy corner I caught.

A glimpse of what seemed a human form

with a bang and crash from the raging storm.

Nothing was there but a wooden lamp stand

I stood by the fire feeling so cold.

When something evil and unseen touched my hand

what nightmare was about to unfold.

The air turned cold I could see my breath

such terror filled my heart was I near to death.

An awesome silence now filled the whole room

as upon the door came a deafening sound.

A voice cried for mercy as another boom

seemed to hit the door it echoed all around.

With all my strength to move a few feet

I turned the handle what would I meet.

There before me stood a petrified young girl

she looked so real except for the odd glow.

The necklace she wore contained one large pearl

with a scream she disappeared where I did not know.

I reached out to her then all went dark

all these images were clear and stark.

Shaking and very cold the next morning

through blurry eyes I saw something on the floor.

I realized it had not been a sick joke

what had happened my mind was still unsure.

I picked up a bloody pearl it was real

so shiny and sticky in my hand to feel.

I still feel scared years on the terror is there

my uncle would never tell me the truth.

The house still remains so does the old chair

I found out the girl’s name was Ruth.

Remember never close your mind to the unknown

as other mysterious through history have shown.

To many stories have not been explained

my one aim the truth to seek.

The atmosphere around is charged and strained.

somehow I must be strong not weak.

In finding out dark secrets of my families past

to bring rest to all of us at last.

Through the years I have always been intrigued by the unknown. I am a sceptic still, nothing has really changed my mind as I have not seen anything. But have spoken to many people, who say they have had experiences. Which does make me have  more of an open mind on these possible events that at this time nobody can give a rational answer to. I wrote this poem a little story within itself as a sort of challenge. I hope one day I will get feed back on what the public think.

The Foureyed Poet.