A warm afternoon a couple entered a pub
on holiday in a village.
In an ancient land of history Cornwall
on a day of souring heat.
Yet when inside it was cold and dark
the furnishing stark.
The landlord was pleasant and welcoming
buying drinks sat at a table.
Other people milled around chatting
this was like an old tavern.
Where once smugglers most likely drank
after a ship they’d sank!
Hungry decided to have a nice bar meal
as a menu was in sight.
After ordering waited supping the drinks
putting the glasses down.
When both fell smashing onto the floor
what caused it neither sure!
Where they landed and the fluid drained
a big dark stain was visible.
Both overwhelmed with apprehension
as the interior blurred.
A body dropped before their very eyes
hearing faint pitiful cries!
Reality returned glancing to slate floor
nothing was to be seen.
Unable to stay in this disturbing setting
exiting in a puzzled state.
Staring in from the cobbled pathway
turned and walked away!
Certainly a strange tale for them to tell!
The Foureyed Poet.