It was a compulsive sensation why I entered

that dingy little back street shop

a bell tinkled on opening the door so quaint

a thick atmosphere greeted me

filled with images of witch craft and magic

even down to a broomstick!


Unusual smells herbs and a pungent odour

nobody was there serving

but a faint red light was just visible to me

through a long string blind

a voice called out so faint gentle and sweet

this person I had to meet!


What had drawn me here to this odd vicinity

was as yet unanswered

again the voice called asking me to come back

into a room in the rear

there an attractive woman sat in the dim light

crystal ball on table an odd sight!


Politely asked me to sit it was an eerie feeling

told me she had been waiting

knew that I would call in at this very moment

she had to tell my fortune

as there was danger waiting for me this night

my existence was in plight!


Just wanted to get up and run from the encounter

yet intrigued to know more

dressed like a gypsy was beautiful but beguiling

listening as she spoke

looking at me through dark empty piercing eyes

she began truth or twisted lies?


Said I had come to visit a dead relatives house

met the house keeper

her daughter with whom had become friends

but  just wanted the money

left to me in her will that had not yet been read

thinking they deserved it instead!


But it went deeper being the base of a demonic cult

an evil entity to me had attached

listening doubting every word that she was saying

but becoming aware of a presence

behind me felt somebody was touching my back

as if being entering energy lacked!


She could see my expression change and knew

it’s here with you right now

objects in the room began to shake and fall

this is a powerful demon attached

for the moment only a temporary suppression

felt the rising oppression!


Had the strong urge to attack her right then

but she told me to drink

a liquid she had prepared I drank it down

the last memory spoken words

some hours later opened my eyes in a chair

trapped like an animal in a snare!


In the half-light saw a dark shape watching

the woman approached

stood in front of me said there is no choice

your violence was contained

your exorcism would begin to cast it out

you survival there is doubt!


So this is the dreadful point that I have reached

all my hopes could soon be gone

the old priest came near rage within rising

my body shook uncontrollably

the task began from this evil could I be freed

praying it would succeed!


The Foureyed Poet.




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  1. I stood at that same door once and came away wondering “How?”.


  2. Hi snapshotsincursive. Thank you for liking my poem and your comment. Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.


    • What a great poem,and a nail bitter at that,from beginning to end,thank you my friend I will be back
      As always sheldon


  3. Wow..that’s quite a dark experience.


  4. It is an intriguing read. I’ve liked the end rhymes on each last two lines. Thank you for sharing.


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