Iron Gates!

It was a day trip to the big city

an adventure alone

sites to see an evening show

a voice in her head

guiding the girl like navigation

to an odd destination!

 

Outside two large iron gates

found herself stood

rusting and was there alone

she see the crowds

on the main road nearby

here wondering why?

 

Being summer it was daylight

behind an empty site

used over centuries for burial

shivered saw a figure

coming quickly in her direction

no time for reflection!

 

Though a cobbled stone street

heard no sounds

now approaching saw the face

monstrous it passed

walked right through the gates

wishing she had skates!

 

Scared seemed to be cornered

more shadowy figures

coming wearing dark cloaks

close behind a hearse

a procession into her view

the panic within grew!

 

Lined up at the iron gates

as if poised waiting

deep inside had memories

drawn to the hearse

there on the name plate

for her did wait!

 

That voice was her own

here they poised

to take her back home

being long dead

was ever a restless soul

often out of control!

 

Her spirit roamed streets

possessing women

just for a very short while

before once more

laying in the graveyard

where the dead guard!

 

The lady in white a legend

was often seen

had died of a broken heart

but nobody knew

that by invading the living

a short time reliving!

 

For years it was a mystery

by the iron gates

young unconscious women

were found slumped

with memory loss perplexed

and demeanor vexed!

 

The locals do not venture near

those iron gates so austere!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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Coffins!

On the white sandy beach early one morning

a jogger was surprised

to see a dark wood coffin as the tide receded

chains wrapped around

something held him back from treading near

instinct made him stay clear!

 

A mile down the coast two more coffins found

in exactly the same state

this time discovered by a group of teenagers

on the beach for a party

one brave lad did venture close captivated

and his life deactivated!

 

As they ran terrified from the empty beach

out at sea a fishing fleet

were pulling in their nets and caught within

dozens of similar coffins

fell heavily onto the wet and slippery decks

crews left shocked and vexed!

 

The fishing village was where they were taken

now unloaded on the quay

coffins replacing the usually fresh fish catch

as the locals stood sombre

deeply religious and superstitious community

together proud of their unity!

 

The elders were not surprised at this activity

as it was their ancestors

who had disposed of these now rotting coffins

throwing them into the sea

hundreds of miles away into the deepest abyss

now their existence was amiss!

 

Three hundred years before they were captured

a cult thought of as vampires

forced into these coffins blessed by the priest

weakened were trapped inside

crosses nailed to the lids then bound in chains

in salt water through their remains!

 

But as each was dropped screamed out the curse

future descendants would pay

they would return to seek bloody retribution

that day of prophecy had come

only if  one opened by an original kin villager

could this awful event occur!

 

There were recorded to be one hundred coffins

but on counting only ninety-nine

frantically a massive search hurriedly instigated

yet it was fruitless it was not there

outside of the village a local teenager unaware

of events towards the sea did stare!

 

Could not believe there lay a coffin on the sand

went closer to get a better view

for some reason was not harmed then a voice

in his head told remove the lid

as if compelled went home to get some tools

soon to break ancient rules!

 

As he snapped the locks unwinding the chains

forcing the thick sodden lid off

a decaying creature ravished on his blood

re-animating her back to life

now the long-awaited massacre was assured

the queens power restored!

 

At the exact moment each one sensed danger

instinct of death coming near

each coffin the chains shattered and opened

the one hundred had returned

the vampire queen walked amongst the risen

the kill executed with precision!

 

Some villagers escaped a new breed of slayer born!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Dwelling!

The dwelling seemed fine on moving in

not believing in spirits or ghosts

nineteen seventies construction of brick

small but adequate for one

noticed it always had an irksome chill

told nobody had died or been ill!

 

Occasionally the unscheduled eery noises

the feeling of being watched

finding it freezing even with heating on

from storage heaters to gas

with no difference to temperature drops

particularly in the cold spots!

 

 

Thoughts of natural explanations remained

always sceptical to the end

that odd tapping sound on the bedroom door

may well have made them shiver

in the back of your mind an element of doubt

subconsciously wanting to shout!

 

Doors closing and opening must be air pressure

surely was the logical reason

often questioning the state of your own sanity

as items disappear only to turn up

your phone moved from the table perplexing

now on a lower shelf really vexing!

 

I wait to see if my imagination is the route cause

or if there is a spiritual clause!

 

As I alone live within this dwelling!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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