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God knows I tried every day.

Each time someone new would come my way.

Someone of the opposite sex.

Someone who I could not vex.

I would strive to have a connection.

I cannot think of a single exception.

But, every time I would come up short.

Do you think it was because of the wart?

I have a large wart on my nose.

It is prominent wherever I go.

You would think I was putting on a show.

I must find someone who looks beyond this.

To what is on the inside to see if it fits.

I have been told “Have it removed.”

If I did, it would feel crude.

By that, I mean it defines who I am.

I am not a wart,—- I am a man.

If she can see beyond it, she’s for me.

Then, I can remove it and feel free.

Until then, it is my guiding light.

Will you be with me tonight?

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

               

He had a love that was much too strong.

It ruled all that he said and did.

It was fine till everything went wrong.

He was so devastated that he flipped his lid.

He went berserk and planned her murder.

He wanted to finish her off for good.

He wrote it all down before he went further.

He knew it would come off like it should.

He knew her schedule right to the minute.

He would dispatch her that very night.

He knew that once he would begin it,

there would be no stopping, no fight.

He would wait for her to leave her house.

He would come up from behind.

For her neck, a piano wire would wrap about.

Then cinch it tight. It would leave a line.

She came out and he crept up.

He flipped the piano wire around her neck.

He pulled it tight with no luck.

She just vanished. Not even a speck.

He stood there dumbfounded. He couldn’t move.

Then, he began to shake.

Apparently, God did not approve.

It was more than he could take.

He had to get away before she came back.

What was she?? A demon or a witch?

She couldn’t be human; that was a fact.

His days were numbered. He began to twitch.

He lost control. He felt like crap.

He ended up in a Psychiatric ward.

Screaming about invisible people.

He had to get away from the screaming hoard.

He got enough tranquilizers to almost be lethal.

An ECT series helped to calm him down some.

A repeated series finally brought him back.

Finally, he was discharged. He began to run.

He had to make sure she couldn’t follow his track.

He is still running to this very day.

Have you heard of the running man?

He is a little paranoid, some people say.

Yet, he is doing the only thing he can.

————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

                

I can feel it moving through the slums.

It is very evil, beyond a doubt.

It is not from outer space.

It is quiet. It does not shout.

A dimensional shift did not take place.

It is not a traveler from the future.

It is not a demon. There is no clue here.

It is something never seen before.

It is by far your greatest horror.

It doesn’t use magic, nor the occult.

But, it would gladly slit your throat.

It despises all that is good.

It doesn’t respect life like it should.

Even bad doesn’t raise a candle to it.

There is no scenario in which it would fit.

To describe it would be a monumental effort.

To defeat it would be impossible, except for—

Well,  I won’t mention that here.

It would be like looking in a mirror.

Something wicked this way comes.

If I were you,—- I would run.

————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

            

      The Adventures Of Roose, The Dog

There once was a little white dog named Roose.

That cute name rhymes perfectly with Goose.

Roose was a miniature poodle.

To know more, look it up on Google.

Roose was very smart and did all tricks.

She went to obedience school, just for kicks.

Roose loved her owners, Pita and Pito.

She would be with them wherever they would go.

One day Pito was getting food for her.

He filled her bowl and called to her.

“Roose, time to eat.”

Then, something happened that was really neat.

Roose’s bowl slid across the floor to her.

Roose began to eat without ruffled fur.

“What the hell was that?” Pito yelled.

Roose looked up, as her little chest swelled.

“Roose, did you do that?”

Roose nodded her head, as a matter of fact.

“Pita, get in here quick!!” Pito yelled.

“What’s up?” Pita yelled.

“You have got to see what Roose can do.”

“Oh, did she learn something new?”

“I’ll say” Pito said “Something new all right.”

“In fact, it gave me a bit of a fright.”

“She made her dog bowl slide over to her.”

“She stayed where she was. It slid to her.”

“What!! That is impossible Pito.”

“See for yourself. Then you will know.”

Pito put the dog bowl back where it was.

“Eat your food Roose” He said with love.

The bowl slid over to Roose, just like before.

Pita nearly fell right through the floor.

They had never seen such a thing.

What else could this amazing dog bring?

Many little things happened after that.

Pito and Pita just watched, as they sat.

When Pito was on the computer,

Roose watched him like an intruder.

Pito asked Roose ”What is this power of yours?”

“Too bad you can’t teach me, of course.”

Roose jumped to the computer from the floor.

Then typed with her paws a word.

‘Magic’. —-If a pin dropped, you would have heard.

“You can type and spell?” asked Pito.

‘Yes, I watched you. Now I know.’

Thus began a big discussion between the two.

Using the computer screen to get through.

Roose said magic is all around everywhere.

Just like everywhere there is air.

Dogs can see it, cats can too.

Mostly they ignore it. You would too.

I am smarter than the average dog.

I decided to use magic. I cleared the fog.

Yes, I can teach you how, but first.

Concentrate on my thoughts. It’s the worst.

Feel it. It is like a memory that is missing.

You can almost get it with a little twisting.

Pito tried as hard as he could.

It was like trying to hear through wood.

Soon, it was Roose’s voice that he heard.

It was amazing. He understood every word.

Roose could hear his thoughts too.

Next, they taught Pita to follow the rule.

Roose could talk to both of them.

Roose could also hear both of them.

Now Roose taught them how to use magic.

They were praying it wouldn’t be tragic.

After months of practice, they were proficient.

Magic came natural; it was their mission.

To Pito, one thought came in line.

Was it the second Golden Age of Magic’s  time?

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

                    Decision Time

All things seem to be coming to a head.

When the bubble bursts will we all be dead?

There are multiple ways we could go.

Whatever way it is will be quite a show.

Will we be thrown back to the dark ages?

Will we be captured by aliens and living in cages?

Will all things revealed in the Bible come true?

Or, will man overcome, to carry on by a few?

The answer to all this we do not know.

But, yet, we are part of the show.

It seems the outcome will be what we make it.

We may find that we just can’t take it.

So, what should we do? Just live for today?

Or should we plan for tomorrow as we go on our way?

The decision is totally up to you.

When the end comes don’t get in a stew.

You knew it was coming long before it will happen.

By that time, it will be too late to give a crap then.

So, make your choices now and stand by them.

Have some peace of mind when it is the end.

————————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

   The Golden Age Of Magic (Epilogue)

Kronos ruled for 800 years plus.

Many say he was a nasty cuss.

He was trained by his father from the cradle.

He followed in dad’s ways, willing and able.

Yet, there was a soft spot in his heart.

Sometimes, he felt it was tearing him apart.

Though he ruled with an iron hand,

at times, he was considered a lenient man.

After several years, he learned to ignore it.

He concentrated on remaining fit.

His interests were in research.

Turning an elm tree into a birch.

Making an amalgamation of monsters.

They did his bidding, like coinsurers.

When it came to magic, he was the best.

You could forget about all the rest.

That is, until Anika came along.

He invited the challenge, but he was wrong.

Anika would be his downfall.

But, that’s another story, told in its all.

After 800+ years of brutal rule,

Kronos suddenly started acting the fool.

He started destroying, and closing churches.

All the people’s worship should be his.

He would become their new god.

Churches would worship him. Not odd.

Word of this reached Vantera fast.

The Wizard’s isolation could no longer last.

They had to nip this in the bud.

They couldn’t see God trampled into the mud.

So, this was what brought the Wizards back.

Anika was their leader. She had the knack.

The story from here on, you already know.

All of them put on quite a show.

But, despite it all, one thing can be said.

The Golden Age Of Magic was all but dead.

That former glory never returned.

Though Kronos is one who left you concerned,

Aladon had a flare that could never be learned.

The Golden Age Of Magic was burned

Into the pages of history to never fade away.

Will a time like that ever return some day?

——————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

   The Golden Age Of Magic (Chapter 8)

Kronos became the leader of the Warlocks.

He was in mourning, his nerves like rocks.

In time, he started planning his revenge.

He worked alone. He had few friends.

He had been working on a special spell.

It would make his lifeline swell.

He could live indefinitely without ageing.

The magical spell was sustaining.

He perfected it before he did anything else.

He alone would enjoy the results.

Then, he went in search of the Wizards den.

Their keep was never revealed to him.

A Wizard had not been seen since his father’s death.

They had gone into deep hiding was his bet.

He would wait till they decided to show.

During this time, his power grew 10 fold.

800+ earthly years would pass by.

No Wizard ever appeared to die.

Kronos became the most powerful Warlock on earth.

He ruled with an iron hand, for what it was worth.

He was vicious, cruel, and mean.

Yet, he had a soft spot, rarely seen.

Anathea knew she was going to die.

She wouldn’t fight Kronos. She wouldn’t lie.

Aladon’s wound wouldn’t heal in her side.

She told all Wizard’s it was time to hide.

Before Kronos decided to take revenge,

They would, she hoped, get help from friends.

Anathea tried to make contact with the Watchers.

She used the lance, but she wasn’t cock sure.

The Watcher’s did respond in her mind.

They would provide a new home, in time.

A series of ‘portals’ to other planets.

7, to be exact, to reach their final planet.

A place called Vantera, perfect for them.

But, to pass through the 7 planets was grim.

Horrible beasts, etc, waiting on each.

They would rip you apart with their teeth.

The Watchers would take Anathea through.

A trail for who would follow you.

Many, many years in the future.

A new ‘deceiver’ will be true, dear.

She will inherit the lance and deceiver power.

But, that is another time, another hour.

Once on Vantera, you can zap back to the keep.

All wizards can then zap there, following your heat.

Your magical trail will show the way.

Which can be obliterated later that day.

Warlocks cannot follow, unless they go through the ‘gates.’

They will never make it. They don’t have what it takes.

Hundreds of gates lead to many places.

It’s almost impossible to follow the traces.

Anathea died shortly after zapping back to the keep.

Her crypt was put in the lowest level of the keep.

The keep was protected by strong magic.

No Wizard, by any means, including magic,

returned to earth until 800+ years later.

The ‘new deceiver’ would then be the invader.

All is related in other stories.

This was The Golden Age Of Magic in all its glory.

———————————————R.W. Johnson——(2019)

Before Anathea made her ‘Watcher’s’ trek.

A tragedy happened that affected her, by heck.

She had been captured by the Warlocks.

Taken prisoner without more thought.

She didn’t tell them her real name.

They knew she was a Wizard by the game.

She was taken to Aladon to interview.

She was very beautiful. This he knew.

She said she was Elmondi, a Wizard who had died.

There was no way for him to know she had lied.

He wasn’t sure just how to take her.

So, he just decided to rape her.

She fought like a demon, but he was stronger.

Now she knew he was truly a war monger.

After, she was thrown into a cell.

In about 6 weeks, things were not going well.

All of her fears came true.

She ended up pregnant by the ignorant fool.

Aladon was soon informed of her condition.

He had wanted a son by his admission.

If she had a girl, the child would be killed.

If it was a boy, she would do as he willed.

Nurse the baby until he was weaned.

But, she would never become a queen.

Her living conditions improved while pregnant.

Once the boy was born, he was found not latent.

Indications were he would be very powerful.

Aladon was well pleased. Anathea was sorrowful.

Aladon named the child Kronos.

Anathea had no say. Her suggestions were no, no’s.

Within a month, when their guard was down.

She made her escape. She was never found.

She made it back to the Wizard’s keep.

Once there, she spent a lot of time alone to weep.

She decided to up the game.

With the ‘Watcher’s’ help, hopefully, not in vain.

In the meantime, Aladon found a wet nurse.

He taught Kronos at a young age. Verse by verse.

Kronos was highly intelligent and learned fast.

He was doing magic at a young age with class.

All during this time, the battle raged on.

Kronos knew why his father was often gone.

Kronos did not know his mother was a Wizard.

Aladon forbade it unless they wanted to lose their gizzard.

Kronos was told his mother died while giving birth.

He always accepted that, for what it was worth.

Anathea did not use the lance or deceiver powers.

Mainly due to Kronos. She couldn’t kill her flower.

Finally, about the time Kronos came of age.

Anathea knew she had to set the stage.

She used the lance in a battle.

She wiped out everyone who sat in the saddle.

Aladon was so enraged he totally lost it.

He grabbed his sword, magically enhanced to get

the victory, no matter what. Lance or no lance.

Kronos told him “No, the sword can’t beat the lance.”

Aladon roared and charged out to find Anathea.

It was a battle no one wanted to see, yeah.

Aladon wounded Anathea in the side.

When he saw her, his eyes went wide.

He recognized her as Kronos’s mother.

Anathea knew who she battled was ‘the other.’

She was forced to use the lance to save her life.

Aladon was killed, despite all of his might.

Kronos now became leader of the Warlocks.

Aladon was given a royal funeral no one forgot.

Anathea knew Kronos would want revenge.

She wouldn’t fight him, so why pretend.

What happened next is in another story.

But, will be told again in all its glory.

But first, I need a break.

All of this is a lot to take.——–R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

  

The battles continued in the usual way.

Neither side was there to play.

They tried, to the best of their abilities

to kill one another. All in futility.

One side would get the upper hand.

Then the other side would retake the land.

Anathea finally said: “This has got to end.”

“Extreme action is called for to make a mend.”

“it is time to find ‘The Watchers’, if I can.”

“What?  Watchers? A myth of man?”

“Some say they are Tangura survivors.”

“They watch because now they are wiser.”

“If this is true, they may be willing to help.”

“How will you find these mythical whelps?”

“I heard they were giants, not whelps.”

“In that case, pray they will give you help.”

“There is a mountain to the east.”

“The top covered with mist, as thick as yeast.”

“Rumors are that they reside there.”

“I will go there with a plea and a prayer.”

All the Wizards were against such an act.

But, they knew they couldn’t stop her. It’s a fact.

Two days later, she was on her way.

She zapped as close as she could get that day.

The rest of the way, she went on foot.

She took a lot of time to listen and look.

It was a rugged climb up the mountain.

After clearing the mist, she saw a fountain.

She approached it with caution.

She saw her reflection. All fogged then.

A voice said: “I am the oracle of ancient knowledge.”

“I know why you have come.” It acknowledged.

“You have come here only for good.”

“You will be helped. Use it like you should.”

She was given the ability to be a ‘Great Deceiver.’

She was told where to find the ‘Lance Of Truth.’

The lance had unlimited power. She saw the proof.

“Use this knowledge wisely. You can only come once.”

“You will obey.—- This is our hunch.”

She awakened lying on the ground.

The fountain was no where around.

Was she dreaming. Maybe in a trance?

No, because beside her was the lance.

She picked it up and it changed into a wand.

By thought, she could change it through her bond.

The lance and her were one.

To be passed on upon her death to a deserving one.

From there, she zapped back to the keep.

She told the other Wizards about her feat.

No, she had not seen a ‘Watcher.’

But, she felt they were still watching her.

She told them what a deceiver could do.

They were shocked. Could this really be you?

What will transpire now will be told later.

Time for me to go feed my gator.————-R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

Things had been really quiet for awhile.

Anathea knew this wasn’t Aladon’s style.

She called all the Wizards together.

“Something is up. Keep your shields up to the letter.”

“It is too quiet on the Warlock front.”

“I have a feeling we will feel the brunt.”

Aladon was working on his plan.

Soon, he would show them who was the man.

He decided to start enslaving the populace.

Wizards will try to get them out of this.

When they are out in the open,

he will put the Replicator in motion.

That should shake those Wizards up.

After the Replicator rips off a few butts.

Aladon gave an evil laugh and got started.

Several Warlocks left widows broken hearted.

Their mates were taken and made slaves.

They worked in the gardens and other ways.

Many worked on the Warlock’s farms.

Magic kept them in line. There were no charms.

Before long, Wizards got the word.

This was the worst that they had heard.

No wonder it had been quiet for awhile.

“We will correct this.” Anathea said with a smile.

Little did she know what was lying in wait.

Aladon was happy to see them take the bait.

The Wizards appeared in mass.

Something raced toward them,—- fast.

The Replicator was among them, ripping and tearing.

Shields were useless. They were screaming and swearing.

Those who could zapped away in haste.

They were zapping all over the place.

The Replicator couldn’t follow them all.

But, it took many for a major fall.

Back at their keep, the Wizards were in shock.

They shut every door and set every lock.

“What the hell was that monster from hell?”

“Some magical best. That much I could tell.”

“What the hell can we do to defeat it?”

“Stay calm now. Don’t have a fit.”

“First, we must learn more about it.”

“What it eats to the color of its shit.”

Several more Wizards lost their lives

In their pursuit to see through its disguise.

They found that it is called a Replicator.

It eats its prey,—- like an alligator.

Its prey seemed to be them.

No type of magic seemed to help them win.

Then, they learned if injured or killed

It can replicate itself at will.

“There is no way to beat something that can do that!!”

“Maybe there is, as a matter of fact.”

“What is it you have in mind Anathea?” they said.

“Remember that freezing spell we used?” she said.

“Yes, but how will that do any good.”

“The Warlock shields protected them, like it should.”

“I haven’t seen the Replicator use a shield.”

“That is why it is something we can wield.”

“When I was young, I took a trip way up north. A frozen field.”

“A frozen land where it was so cold, nothing would yield.”

“I am sure I can zap there since I have been there before.”

“I will zap the Replicator there and it will be no more.”

Cheers went up all around. Anathea was the best.

She was their leader. They put their worries to rest.

Her plan sounded good in theory.

But yet, she did have some time to worry.

They would all cast a freezing spell on the beast.

They had to be very fast on their feet.

All went well and Anathea zapped it away.

She didn’t return for over a day.

The Wizards were frantic with worry.

She returned and said they shouldn’t worry.

She was making sure the beast remained frozen.

It didn’t move all day. It looked like it was a go then.

Aladon was so mad his face was black.

He had no idea why the Replicator was not back.

He was sure Anathea had something to do with it.

If it was the last thing, he would get that bitch.

Things are really heating up now.

What will be their next sacred cow?

Keep reading as the story goes on.

There is more to come, but, now it’s dawn.——R.W. Johnson—–(2019)