Zombies!

These zombies all stumbled forward

blank expressions on their faces

minutes before rushing to their work

a busy midweek day in the city

no warning of that deadly infection

that came in a fine vapour

sprayed from a plane far overhead

creating the living dead!

 

A few minutes after it dropped to ground

it had completely evaporated

thousands contaminated in the one strike

so many more at first unaffected

confronted with hoards of flesh-eating

beasts that many had known before

who chased without hesitation or any pity

as violent death came to the city!

 

From their headquarters through cameras

observed their experiments

relishing the success with a contented smirk

scientists and dark suited elite

satisfied the virus created was the solution

their aim controlled de-population

but rapid mutation had not been anticipated

it would make their plans complicated!

 

Their initial assessment a total miscalculation

as even rodents transported it

to once safe protected areas of their families

a pandemic now out of control

with no anti-viral antidote for their protection

the privileged migrated below ground

for conservation into pre-built cities and sealed

from their abominations were shield!

 

Leaving the masses wandering as the living dead

was not part of their cunning plans

being trapped like prisoners deep under the earth

had decided to reclaim the surface

prepared teams cautiously made their way back up

as all communications were cut

so there was no advance warning of what to expect

or from what dangers themselves to protect!

 

As the massive blast doors slowly opened prepared

after ten years to see daylight and death

for any situation together that moment each shared

in unison took that first surface breath

yet nothing could brace any of them for what waited!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Forming!

From the gentle clear blue sky

it changed in an instance

angry red clouds were forming

a crescendo of loud booms

shook the ground beneath me

yet nowhere to flee!

 

No longer that peaceful haven

familiar places burnt

searing and incandescent heat

choking smoke displaced

that sweet exhilarating pure air

in the blinding glare!

 

From a tranquil picturesque scene

into an image of a hell

no warning of impending conflict

upon this scorched earth

life eradicated profuse projectiles

of deadly nuclear missiles!

 

Then darkness filled the heavens

the survivors cowered

most dying of radiation poisoning

as the cycle had started

on a human race that never learned

the ancient planet still turned!

 

Those who had instigated Armageddon

the selected few hid below

in large underground secure cities

feeling safe and detached

from the carnage upon the surface

eradication of the human race!

 

Is this another conspiracy theory?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

An Urban Adventurer!

Thought himself as an urban adventurer

loved to enter banned sites

that read danger no entry on big signs

including disused bases

secret government bunkers for the few

that they existed nobody knew!

 

Prefered to explore no matter the danger

climbing into darkness and decay

being always ready for any unknown peril

undaunted of his own risk

Proceeded to his next conquest he found

somewhere deep underground!

 

An adrenaline rush knowing it was illegal

covertly approached the entrance

hidden in the undergrowth broke the lock

removed a rusted chain

pulled back the steel door his hunt to begin

weird sounds came from within!

 

Unperturbed with headlight on proceeded in

could smell the dampness

the corridor was long with doors on either side

that were locked without markings

felt the usual tenseness at last reaching the end

through an archway began to descend!

 

Never before had he seen a bunker so preserved

it was if this one was being used

every step echoed that was not unusual normally

being a skeptic of ghosts and monsters

just fiction to scare the masses he always thought

was there more to be sought!

 

The tunnel bifurcated in front another steel door

heard more distant noises

nearly made his exit but curiosity overtook fear

opting to enter the steel door

in red letters do not enter bio hazard warning

these notices was always ignoring!

 

With ease the handle now twisted in his hand

cautiously opened it and entered

the forbidden zone as the adrenaline flowed

ahead it seemed so bright

had a foreboding that he should not be here

but at the point of no return clear!

 

Found himself looking down on a vast chamber

saucer-shaped craft visible

men in white coats and overalls working on them

intently watching this activity

this never expected to see thinking it was derelict

something he could never predict!

 

Unaware behind him two alien creatures stood

never felt the lethal discharge

from their weapon hit him in his lower spine

two human soldiers took him away

entry point sealed forever to close the breach

no other intruders this place to reach!

 

Deep below the urban countryside a secret hidden

any intrusion was forbidden

the purpose of the military facility was classified

if the public knew would be horrified!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

A Cold Night!

A cold night as he closed the old gate

it clanged shut he locked it.

Echoing through the underground

walking to the escalator.

Stopped having to physically descend

the shift alone he’d spend.

 

Silent as the machinery was switched off

definitely heard footsteps.

Aware to of a faint scream somewhere

but used to odd noises.

Wondering if somebody was still in here

but checked it was all clear.

 

Unsettled went onto the empty platform

shaken to see a woman.

Dressed in  period clothes yards away

slowly turned to him.

She seemed to be a solid human being

that the worker was seeing!

 

Then the figure started coming his way

this was when he realised.

She had long blond hair but had no face

just an empty space.

Ran out but returned to have a look

his whole body shook.

 

The platform was empty nobody in sight

he stood completely alone!

As the last train had departed long ago

after a cursory search.

Quickly went back up to his office perturbed

at what he saw and heard!

 

Talking to a colleague about it the next day

finding it hard what to say.

Told she had been seen many times before

who she was nobody was sure.

 

The man never worked on the underground again!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Walk The Underground!

On a night shift the underground worker

had to walk the tunnels.

Along the empty track in the pitch black

a torch his only guide.

And a radio to report if anything wrong

cautiously moving along!

 

It was just before one am he started to walk

down the ramp onto the line.

The only sounds his footsteps on the track

too nervous to look back.

Halfway along his route saw a flickering light

no work was planned that night.

 

Approaching saw a workman crouching down

busy on some unknown task.

Calling out to enquire what he was doing

the man stood and spoke.

He said hello called in for an urgent repair

made sense why he was there.

 

An hour later on his return he had gone

radioed to say all was well.

Mentioned the worker he saw in the tunnel

as on reflection thought it odd.

The radio operator told him others had to

as they had walked through!

 

You had seen the ghost the voice said with glee

possibly was hit by a train!

Some sixty years ago while doing some repairs

this came as a complete surprise.

Never experiencing anything like this  before

no longer a sceptic that’s for sure!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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The Image!

Arriving at work it was five in the morning

at a London underground station.

Following the same routine over the years

without any experiences before.

In respect of a ghostly confrontation

anywhere on this station!

 

He had heard of reported spectral sightings

being on the security team.

But not seen anything on his row of screens

until this very unusual day!

The platforms were empty at this early hour

as they turned on the power.

 

As he sat down this is when he  first saw

the image on one screen!

A shape of an object walking on the line

then as quickly it was gone!

Shaken he could only stare at the monitor

he had seen something for sure.

 

On another screen there were more shapes

on the platform near the tunnel!

Now he made his way down from the office

to see if it was intruders.

Calling a colleague for back up and support

an explination they sought.

 

Feeling jittery in the chilly fast-moving air

the odd rat scurrying around.

When they arrived nothing was in view

but had to make sure it was clear.

After a thorough search nobody was found

on that stretch of the underground!

 

Feeling uncomfortable went back to his post

deciding to review the tapes.

Not a single image had been caught as proof

maybe it was a technical fault!

Until once more by the tunnel it was there

a blurred face at him it did stare!

 

Then it vanished once more!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Agent On The Tube!

The London tube it was busier on this night

than usual after the shows.

More like the chaotic commuter crush

being pushed into the carriage.

Such smart attire he felt very overdressed

squashed like being caressed.

 

No ordinary traveller on this London tube

an undercover agent on duty.

A threat of an attack had been reported

two suspects identified.

Having one of them in his sight he was cool

this guy looked no fool!

 

The agent was armed in case of a confrontation

for now could only observe.

Uncertain of this man’s next movements

two stops later he followed him off.

And about to meet with the other suspect

their plan about to connect!

 

Up the long escalators through the crowds

it was hard to follow.

Clearly watchful and careful of his route

realizing the chance of surveillance.

Then saw the second person slowly emerge

but there was a crowd surge.

 

Informing his superiors of the situation by radio

had to say he’d lost the target.

Told to stand down the operation was lost

but found out it was a false alarm!

Decided not to waste the chance for the break

an opportunity he would take.

 

That night he had a good time a rare event

but it was short lived.

As early the following day he had a call

positive information received.

An assassination plot was being planned

he’d been put in command!

 

None of us know what mortal dangers surround

or what agencies our streets pound!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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