Sun!

It was not natural this deep redness of the sun

creating the appearance of a Mars surface

that made everything an alien landscape

streaks of white trails added to the image

none of those witnessing this daunting sight

could feel relaxed it was not natural light!

 

Within their throats a bitter gritty sensation

made them choke and gasp for breathable air

winged specters emerged adding to the terror

coming through portals in the unnatural clouds

thousands like a swarm of locusts now hung

waiting an order for an attack to be sprung!

 

It should have been dark as it was late autumn!

 

A substance on the ground began to blow hard

growing thicker large creatures broke out

people scattered falling as many were plucked

screaming taken up as winged beasts dropped

spewing flames burning the fleeing masses flesh

was it an invasion from hell this bloody mess?

 

He sat up shouting jumping out of bed at speed

just as his mum came running into his bedroom

not another nightmare son she stood by the door

yes shaking why do I keep having this dream

rattled said its the same one what does it mean

such a horrible things of which I have never seen!

 

Mum smiled maybe you are getting far to excited

about your part in the school play on Halloween

he was sixteen but still treated as a ten-year old

just helping back stage that’s not the problem

calmed down soon on his bike heading to school

on edge bad dreams never had them as a rule!

 

It was a full run through everybody was excited

the play was to take place after classes finished

as he headed to school noticed the sun was red

arriving the other kids laughed thought it cool

what he had seen was more than a nightmare

whatever was coming he too would share!

 

It went well a happy moment that could not last

as they left he knew what to expect as many ran

there was a shimmering red glow a rumble grew

devastated as in his dream the skies became alive

a scene that had almost scrambled his young mind

unknown forces upon the earth were now aligned!

 

Just wanted to get home his mum must be petrified

what he had feared was coming to pass before him

as the end of his nightmare would now be clarified

the rout intensified was this to be mankind’s destiny

a loud knock broke his concentration from writing

annoyed being disturbed his book getting exciting!

 

Dinner’s ready Dan better not be long or the dog will eat it!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

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Unnatural!

He was only thirty-two when he disappeared

from society loved and respected

devoted in his research of the paranormal

part of an investigation team

of the occult and aliens who explored together

properties or sites said to be haunted

by evil spirits or strange creatures or beings

that many reluctantly admitted seeing!

 

Had uncovered connections between aliens

and governments hidden agenda

delving into it with his usual enthusiasm

made his friends begin to worry

especially those who ventured out with him

to known and unknown UFO hotspots

on this particular trip he decided to go ahead

as the area was dangerous to tread!

 

A message said he had arrived and to meet

at a diner a few miles to the east

they had all their equipment in their truck

departed their base at twenty thirty

could not make any contact after that time

on arrival his car was not there

nerves were jangling so they decided travel

to the location the riddle to unravel!

 

This was a risk as it was a military owned site

no unauthorised personnel allowed

with caution they neared the forbidden zone

to their horror found his vehicle

burnt out still smouldering in the desert sand

yet of him they found no sign

but could see three lights in the clear starry sky

of human origin would have to deny!

 

Wanting to search the area but this was hampered

as vehicle headlights came into range

their own safety was now at risk so had to leave

with a deep sadness headed home

with no explanation of  what had happened here

or where their close friend had gone

no matter how they tried information was denied

what secrets from us all do they hide?

 

The unnatural mystery still remains until this day

but the group continue to carry on the fray!

 

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Nuclear Tests!

Each tree trembled from an unnatural vibration

in front the shortcut grass

at first glance seemed empty no humans around

but a rhythmic rustling sound

the grass no longer green as millions of worms

covered it like visible germs!

 

Normally filled with families happily playing

but darkness made them leave

a vast area near wide barren desert plains

unknown to most as a test site

for  nuclear experiments decades in the past

soon repercussions would be cast!

 

Radiation had seeped down to the sandy base

and preserved fertile soil

part of plans to research radio-active fallout

yet failed to realise consequences

worms absorbing the lethal product mutating

a disaster in the making!

 

From their natural state transformed rapidly

into flesh-eating creatures

searching for prey surfacing on the grassland

sensing it was nearby

as the park rangers unwittingly approached

as on deadly ground encroached!

 

No indication as they walked to their demise

just empty bloody uniforms

slithering on until the dawn leaving a gory trail

as visitors came to find

the area cordoned off as scientists investigated

and cause of the horror deliberated!

 

The mutated worms had gone back below ground

to the cool and darkness

not until the next night would the slaughter begin

their time slot was short

in solving the abomination they unwittingly created

before it truly escalated!

 

The hours were ticking by as the night was upon them!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Factory Conversion!

The factory used to be the largest employer

where steel was manufactured

close to the railway goods terminal for access

until the company went bust

left to decay stood derelict for years until sold

as a new chapter was to unfold!

 

An organisation had a unique purpose for its use

to turn it into a horror attraction

the works already had history of unnatural deaths

during its productive years

as witnesses told of many unpleasant confrontations

with strangers and no explanations!

 

Injured burnt and dressed in old-fashioned clothing

even police had been called

to deal with obnoxious suicides inside and on the line

running parallel to broken fencing

where the homeless and drug users had taken over

what evil remained here to smolder?

 

The obsolete factory conversion was soon completed

large numbers 666 above the name

the Horror Factory ready to draw in waiting crowds

to be frightened out of their wits

as actors portrayed monsters and the devil himself

surely not good for your mental health!

 

But being a location with a nasty oppressive history

the dead could certainly not rest

some of the cast working here were devil worshipers

and held black masses within

but were sacked but not before more evil did unleash

causing phenomena to increase!

 

Visitors often scared by more than the performers

seeing those still not at rest

evil entities waiting to posses the unsuspecting

passing through this attraction

voices and noises echoed around those present

for many were evanescent!

 

But others the effects were much longer lasting

or fatal to those who were weak

images pleading and vile words there recorded

left staff and visitors believers

dreading what may happen to any of them next

leaving all who entered perplexed!

 

Like a ghoulish monument there it stands today!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Evacuees!

The days are always hectic in the capital

offices and shops were open.

Jostled and pushed along in the crowds

as a visiting couple found.

Coming to see an evening show by train

excitement hard to contain.

 

A rare treat to come to the city for a show

wanting to enjoy the sites.

Into the big stores prices high so to browse

having coffee and a meal.

It was still busy but the crowds had receded

down sides streets proceeded.

 

Here there were just a few people and pleasant

strolling at a leisurely pace.

Wanting to observe less commercialised areas

when in front were children.

Like any school party they walked in single file

dressed in clothes of an old style!

 

There was an adult who followed from the back

on the same side as them.

Stopped and turned lined up at the kerb to cross

but no cars were in the street.

But a strange an unnatural chill and no chatter

something that began to matter!

 

It didn’t seem natural to be near silent youngsters

this made them feel scared.

Each had a box around their necks it was familiar

war-time images came to mind.

Visions of young evacuees that were made to leave

this was hard to perceive.

 

Then as each pair reached the opposite pavement

vanished through a solid wall!

After they had gone it became warm and noisy again

heading back into the hub.

Glanced back then up a faded sign said to the station

they went on to their destination!

 

Both still unable to take in what they had witnessed!

 

The Foureyed Poet.