Egor’s Creation (Part One)

Egor’s Creation (Part One)

Egor was quite young when Asglow disappeared.
Caught in a time loop. It was kind of weird.
But, he took it all in stride and kept busy.
Being caretaker of Castle Kronos, a real pity.
He still studied all the ancient black arts books.
The more he learned, the more he looked.
Wizards were assigned to search everywhere.
Any books from the dark side handle with care.
Bring them to the castle for safe storage.
The ones from Asglow’s place were like porridge.
Egor found his copy of Kronos’s diary.
He read it so much he got eye weary.
He noticed Kronos reference to the cave.
Near his old castle just above the waves.
The one that was buried in a cave in.
He directed Wizards. They tunneled in.
They found many, many dark arts books.
Even the one the demons undertook.
In it was the information to reverse spells.
Reverse the power of Anika’s lance spell.
This is what Asglow long searched for.
He never found it to even the score.
Now, it all has come to Egor’s knowledge.
This was better than going to college.
But, Egor was interested in only one thing.
Creating life. That had a special ring.
If he could succeed, he would be a god.
Egor the great!! That didn’t sound odd.
After many years, he was close to it.
There was little left for him to get.
He wanted to create Kronos again.
Just one thing left for him to begin.
He needed a sample of Kronos’s blood.
Where the hell could he get the blood?
Then, by accident, he found a sample.
A spell sealed by blood. Was it ample?
We will find out at a later date.
What will be Egor’s final fate?

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Best Laid Plans

Best Laid Plans

A scientist made a fantastic discovery.
A queen wasp trapped in some amber.
Eons old,—– quite a recovery.
He would have revenge on all slander.
Think Jurassic Park, but with a wasp.
He would clone a living queen.
He would achieve it at all cost.
In the end, they will think him mean.
He was successful in his work.
The queen then produced a hive.
Their sting had a venomous quirk.
Their strongest venom did thrive.
They communicated, like a hive brain.
Each had their separate jobs.
They mastered this to obtain
the right to rule at all odds.
A more vicious foe has never been seen.
They would soon replace man.
They would be superior, it seems.
They would rule. That was the plan.
Their creator had been an outcast for years.
This was his time for revenge.
Only thing, he forgot something, it appears.
He didn’t get the proper permits. The end.
The government shut him down.
He had nowhere to turn to.
His plans disappeared. No where around.
Another mad scientist, reduced to a fool.

——————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

A Day Like No Other

A Day Like No Other

Tell me what you did today?
I went to another dimension to play.
What kind of crazy talk is that?
It’s not crazy,—- it is a fact.
But, how can this even be?
It is easy. Want to see?
The Shadow People opened the door.
Showed me what I was looking for.
Once there things were unreal.
A waking dream is how it feels.
Weird shapes and colors.
Things moving that are like no other.
Gravity is less. I could jump real high.
Jump way up into a purple sky.
Things would talk, but it made no sense.
Like someone gargling through a picket fence.
I would do flips and scary dives.
Float on the green water and stay alive.
I almost lost my way back to here.
Then I heard you loud and clear.
You were calling, asking if I was home.
Then, I was back. No longer alone.
That sounds scary as hell to me.
I think I’ll stay here and remain free.
Suit yourself, but you are missing out.
This other dimension will make you shout.
You’ll have a blast in all you do.
What if you can’t find your way back through?
Come looking if I’m not here tomorrow.
The Shadow People will show no sorrow.
But, they will show you to the door.
Just don’t ask them anything more.
See you tomorrow at twelve noon.
I can’t wait to see the double moon.

————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Ghost Tales Anyone??

Ghost Tales Anyone??

It was dusk and growing black.
No moon, no stars, nothing like that.
Something creeping around out there.
Everyone had better beware.
It’s not a thriller, chiller or killer.
It is just the local miller.
His face is white from flour dust.
His clothes are dark, with scent of musk.
His voice is loud, almost a whale.
Like someone hung with a rusty nail.
People are scared. Rumors running wild.
Don’t go out. Keep an eye on your child.
He actually wouldn’t harm a fly.
But, people are scared, fear is high.
People said he was the deadly reaper.
Others thought it was a killing creeper.
Listen! What’s that outside the door?
It’s someone knocking, yelled a whore.
Get back!! Then they heard this sound.
“Let me in. Flour is getting on the ground.”
What do you think that means?
That’s no ghost or what it seems.
It’s Joe, the local miller.
He wouldn’t hurt a caterpillar
I wasn’t scared. I knew it was him.
Why are your pants all wet then?

——————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Rough Love

                  Rough Love

In romance, you’re like an NFL linebacker.

In things of love, you’re a real nut cracker.

You come on so strong, it’s like a tackle.

A ‘no’ answer will raise your hackles.

All who date you fear for their lives.

They would rather fight 100 bee hives.

Those who have tried to escape

paid in the end by being raped.

A woman can rape a man if it’s you.

No one turns you down. That’s the rule.

Vinegar won’t attract like honey will.

But, in your case, you’d rather kill.

You’re a dangerous woman to be around.

You end up smashing Cupid into the ground.

Love poems by you are totally insane.

A zombie making love to a brain.

Only you make love a four letter word.

For you to be sweet is totally absurd.

Maybe bigfoot would be the one for you.

Big, smelly, and hairy with nothing to do.

You’re number 1 on the most unwanted list.

You do give a choice. A kiss or a fist.

You think a Harlequin novel is a horror story.

You love violence in all its glory.

There is little hope for someone like you.

Maybe you could get a job in a zoo.

People will throw you peanuts.

Just don’t try to rip off their penis.

————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

Rumbling In The Ground

       Rumbling In The Ground

What is that sound??

A low pitched rumble in the ground.

It can go on for hours.

Then it stops. I was ready to holler.

In a day, or a week, or so, it starts again.

When in the hell did all this begin?

We have to search. Find the source.

Search day and night. Grab a torch.

It is heard for miles around.

It’s even heard way out of town.

We have to get to the bottom of this.

This noise is breaking my sanity to bits.

It could be coming from underground.

But, there’s no entrance I have found.

There is one place we haven’t looked.

In the old abandoned mine by the brook.

Let’s go there and check it out.

We’ll go by the shortest route.

There it is, right up ahead.

That sound is louder in my head.

Slowly, we creped into the abandoned mine.

I was sure we were in the right place this time.

Light was coming from just up ahead.

What we saw made my feet feel like lead.

An ogre was sitting at a spinning wheel.

The spinning wheel was making the squeal.

He was spinning straw into gold.

Throwing away any straw with mold.

He had piles of gold stacked all around.

The noisy rumble was felt deep in the ground.

We took off running like bats out of hell.

We had to find someone to tell.

Then, we realized no one would believe.

It was just a story we conceived.

We kept it all to ourselves.

Maybe, if we were elves,

we could sneak back and steal some gold.

That would be wrong, I’ve been told.

An ogre and his gold is best left alone.

Just suffer the noise, though it makes you moan.

——————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

Message From The Grave

             Message From The Grave

You are gone, but I hear your voice once more.

It is like you are right outside the door.

This can’t be because you have passed over.

You are in the cemetery pushing up clover.

Am I loosing it? Going out of my mind?

I will miss you till the end of time.

I always thought, once you’re dead, you’re gone.

No after life in the grave to carry on.

Yet, you’re voice keeps coming back to me.

Can grief cause these things I hear and see?

I thought I saw you leaving the room.

I ran to look, but there was nothing in the gloom.

If you have returned, appear at my side.

Let me talk with you. Are you alive?

Is there something you want to say to me?

Talk to me now so I can be able to see.

Is that you, standing by the door?

Like I saw you standing there before?

Talk to me. Tell me what you have to say.

I know it’s important. Tell me today.

What was that? Don’t talk to my back.

Don’t forget to feed the cat???

——————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

The Valley Of The Damned

       The Valley Of The Damned

He came back home all excited.

Come with me. Don’t fight it.”

Let’s go on a little hiking trip.”

Something to show you that will be a hit.”

We packed up and went on our way.

3 of us, and a dog named Stray.

We were hiking through the woods.

Whatever it is had better be good.

We finally reached a high ridge & stopped.

He got binoculars to look from this spot.

Soon, he gave the binoculars to me.

Take a look. Tell me what you see.”

A valley with trees, lake, and a river.”

What don’t you see.” He said with a quiver.

What do you mean?” I asked him.

No sign of  man.” He said on a whim.

A pristine valley where no one is.”

He said it like it was a quiz.

Doesn’t that seem strange to you?”

Maybe, but what’s this leading to?”

Let’s go down and look around.”

There must be something to be found.”

We headed down a deer trail.

It kept going down, without fail.

Then, it veered to the left and started back up.

I got a funny feeling in my gut.

Why does that deer trail turn off?”

It should have gone on down.” I coughed.

I don’t know. Let’s keep going down.”

Soon, we saw a bare spot on the ground.

As we went by we all felt a chill.

A mild jolt. Not much of a thrill.

What was that weird feeling?”

I have no idea” the others said, reeling.

Look, Stray won’t go past that spot.”

I’ll get him.” I didn’t like it a lot.

I had the same weird feeling.

I grabbed the dog. He was squealing

I picked him up to carry him back.

 At that spot he began  to yap.

I passed over as quick as I could.

Once past, he was acting like he should.

We had no answers, so kept on going.

We reached the river, with water flowing.

We followed the river up the valley floor.

It looked as vacant as it did before.

Then, up ahead, we saw a small town.

There was absolutely no one around.

I could see this spot from the ridge.”

There was nothing here. Not even a bridge.”

We started exploring the town.

Who are you” We jumped & turned around.

A shaggy man in his 70’s stood there.

He seemed to come right out of nowhere.

We are just hikers looking around.”

Do you live here in this town?”

Yes, I am the only one left.”

“Once I’m gone, there will only be death.”

˜Just like it told us years ago.”

I was the youngest. I’ll be the last to go.”

What are you saying?” We hadn’t a clue.

O.K., I’ll tell the story to you.”

He told us 65 years ago it came.

An alien, a beast, a monster by name.

It spoke and said it needed this valley.

About 100+ lived here & we did rally.

It said it had something to do.

I will return, but not for you.”

By then, it said we would all be dead.

We would die of old age, it said.

It said it felt kindly today.

So it wouldn’t kill anyone right away.

It said a barrier will isolate us here.

There is no escape, I fear.”

We can live out our days.

We couldn’t reproduce in any way.

When it gets back we would all be dead.

Don’t think I am talking out of my head.”

I was 10 when it was here.”

I am now 75, I fear.”

When I am gone it will come”

Where did you boys come from”

Outside the valley. There was no barrier.”

There was a spot that felt weird there.”

I said “Apparently, the barrier is failing.” 

We had better get out while it is ailing”

We packed him up and headed out.

Back out on the very same route.

We came to the spot that was weird.

The barrier was right here.” He feared.

I carried Stray across and the others went too.

The same weird feeling. We hadn’t a clue.

A short distance away, the old man stopped.

I was afraid of this” He said, shocked.

Then, he disappeared right before our eyes.

We knew for sure, his story wasn’t lies.

Later, after we all got home.

We all knew we weren’t alone.

But, we never spoke of it to any man.

We never went back to The Valley Of The Damned.

———————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

 

 

A Halloween Chiller

        A Halloween Chiller

It was unreal, but it was true.

Something is coming after you.

Something wicked this way comes.

It is coming for more than fun.

True, it was Halloween that night.

It was time for fight or flight.

He had nightmares about it.

They were as bad as they could get.

He told the others that it was coming.

He said they all had best start running.

What are you talking about?”

They wanted to believe him, but had some doubt.

Something wicked this way comes”

You been reading too much for fun”

You have let it go to your head”

I have nightmares when in bed”

Just relax,—- it will go away”

Soon, it will be another day”

They continued their trick or treating.

Always leery of who they were meeting.

Then, they heard the noise in the graveyard.

The nightmares. This was its play yard”

The other kids were nervous now.

They decided to hurry along somehow.

They kept looking over their shoulders.

Something smelled like death, not clovers.

They heard the noise again, much closer.

They kept walking. It was getting colder.

They couldn’t see it, but knew it was there.

A breeze came up blowing their hair.

They thought something was touching their necks.

They took off running like heck.

Back home, they were still on edge.

They kept hearing something in the hedge.

None of them slept at all that night.

They were ready for fight or flight.

In the morning, all seemed normal.

Should they walk to the graveyard, or no?

They all knew they had to go.

They approached, ducking really low.

They found nothing wrong there.

Except an open grave, which was bare.

They knew what happened was real.

Very uneasy is how it made them feel.

Next Halloween,  they would stay home.

No more being chilled to the bone.

————————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

The Wizard’s Worst Nightmare (Epilog)

The Wizard’s Worst Nightmare (Epilog)

The Wizards were home and happy again.

They had made some new friends.

Though they lived very far away.

The Wizards could zap there any old day.

The Others’, now known as Grays,

often came for a time to play.

The Wizards told them of earth, their home.

To its people, magic was no longer known.

The Wizards tried to guide them best they could.

The Grays offered to help. Felt they should.

Today, they are known as ancient aliens.

Often disguised by magic, they weighed in.

Today, known as Grays, they are around.

They are watching, it is found.

The Wizards stay way in the background.

They know people don’t want magic around.

Are they still located on Vantera now?

Probably, but no way to find out how.

They still work closely with the Grays.

Making sure things go their way.

Someday, maybe magic will return to earth.

Grays will be our friends, for what it’s worth.

As we close this chapter of Wizard history.

Keep in mind, all is still a mystery.

We have used our imagination for a story.

Just to give them a little glory.

Until next time, may all be well.

Till I have another story to tell.

——————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)