Archeological Dig Gone Wrong

Archeological Dig Goes Wrong

I went on an archeological dig.
Ancient ruins in an orchard of figs.
Why would these ruins be here?
Buried on purpose, was clear.
The dig lasted a year and a half.
What was dug up took more than that.
A circle of pillars with strange symbols.
They were all around the pillars lintels.
We didn’t understand what they meant.
If we did, we would have covered it & went.
It turned out to be a portal to hell.
The symbols were chants,— a spell.
One that would bring up a demon.
There is no doubt it was a mean one.
The symbols indicated ‘it’ killed all there.
‘It’ just appeared out of nowhere.
After finally translating the symbols,
it was clear to all, except two bimbos.
Two came back and chanted the words.
The ground shook. It was absurd.
Then, ‘it’ was there, out of nowhere.
They were grabbed & thrown in the air.
Then, they were ripped all apart.
The sight of the remains made us barf.
The site was rapidly covered up.
Taboo signs were stuck in the muck.
It was never mentioned again.
People were just told it was a sin.

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

The Dragon Rider And The Wizard

The Dragon Rider And The Wizard

The Dragon Rider was on a flight.
His dragon was fast. He held on tight.
They dove, swooped, and looped around.
It was lots of fun, he found.
Then, suddenly, something was wrong.
The communication between them was gone.
Their flight got wobbly, then plummeted.
It took all his dragon’s will to overcome it.
She pulled out just in time.
They skimmed the treetops with a whine.
Soon, communication & control returned.
The dragon recited what she had learned.
‘We were hit by some sort of magic wave.’
‘Next time we may crash, I am afraid.’
“Only a wizard could wield such power.”
“I will locate him within the hour.”
The Dragon Rider had the dragon land.
He set out on foot to beat the band.
He knew approximately where to go.
He would put a stop to this wizard’s show.
Soon, he found a tower deep in the woods.
He was very cautious, like a good knight should.
He got to the wall without incident.
He scaled the wall, using the grooves in it.
He heard the wizard talking inside.
“I crashed the dragon and her ride.”
“The Dragon Rider will bother us no more.”
He laughed loud enough to vibrate the door.
The wizard and another were no good.
They were planning to rob the neighborhood.
The Dragon Rider mentally alerted his dragon.
‘Time to fix this wizard’s wagon.’
‘Come in fast. Dragon fire in the top window.’
‘Make it hot enough to ignite kindle.’
Once done, the Dragon Rider entered the door.
Soon, the wizard and the other were on the floor.
He had them bound and gagged.
He filled their mouths with dirty rags.
He hauled them into town to the pokey.
Smoke was still coming off his trophies.
So, spread the Dragon Rider’s fame.
Known as Dragon Rider, none knew his name.
That is how he wanted it to be.
For, his story is not ended yet, you see.

————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Magic: Gone With A Vengence

Magic: Gone With A Vengence

I heard of a land of magic.
A different type I didn’t know.
They used colors for their magic.
If it was dark, magic didn’t flow.

During sunny days they did all.
They used magic in many ways.
At night things moved at a crawl.
Daytime, it was like running a maze.

Not everyone had the power.
Others could only use certain colors.
They would tire in a few hours.
Few used all colors better than others.

These few were called prisms.
They were the ruling class.
Also called full spectrum magicians.
They used magic to kick others ass.

Thinking all citizens needed a leader.
Such a prism was called a black prism.
Other prisms were his advisors.
Ruling by magic, they were the bleeders.

They would bled magic from others.
Those with little or no power had no chance.
They could only run to their mothers.
Unless they could find a thing called ‘The Lance.’

“The Lance’ could wipe out a prism’s magic.
They would be powerless. A common one.
‘The Lance’ was hidden years ago by black magic.
Black magic could only be used by some.

Very few was the number of them.
Most would destroy ‘The Lance’ if they found it.
Just a couple would use it. They were real men.
If used, magic would cease to exist. Every bit.

Those with no magic would be happy with that.
Everyone would be equal. No prism’s anymore.
No ‘magician’s’ treating others like a rat.
It would make those former magicians very sore.

One day Morvel found ‘The Lance’ using black magic.
He loved his magic, but he hated prism’s.
The Black Prism took away his brother’s magic.
His brother later committed suicide. A real schism.

He activated ‘The Lance’ at noon that day.
All magic magically disappeared.
He did it to get revenge for his brother, they say.
The prism’s went nuts. Loss of their life, they feared.

Many were killed or put in prison.
Things were different from that day on.
We would call it as normal as kissin.
From that day on all magic was gone.

———————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Dragon Rider’s First Quest

 

      The Dragon Rider’s First Quest

The Dragon Rider heard the news.

Some ‘baddies’ were abducting kids.

Selling them for money and booze.

They were sold to the highest bids.

 

His dragon knew when he did.

Their minds were melded as one.

He met the dragon where she hid.

There was a battle to be won.

 

He flew his dragon in the night.

They flew to where the ‘baddies’ were.

They knew what they did was right.

This would be brutal, they were sure.

 

They found the ‘baddies’ all tanked up.

Sitting around a small camp fire.

He had a tightness in his gut.

There would be no talking to the liars.

 

The dragon swooped down &  screeched.

They looked up & were sprayed with fire.

They had no time to gain their feet.

Instant crispy critters & burned up liars.

 

Booze & a camp fire should cover it.

But, one witness saw the whole thing.

Word spread that a man on a dragon did it.

Who could believe a man on the wing?

 

The legend  of The Dragon Rider had begun.

It spread like wild fire through the land.

This would not be the only battle he won.

He became known as The Dragon Man.

————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

The Dragon Rider

      The Dragon Rider

He had a chance to be a hero.

He came upon a dragon sleeping.

To him, the moment became real.

A dragon slayer. A title he was seeking.

 

He snuck up, quiet as a mouse.

He didn’t want to wake it up.

When he got close he felt like a louse.

He started getting a pain in his gut.

 

What if his first strike didn’t kill it.

What would he do when it awoke.

Then he accidently stepped on a stick.

It snapped & then the dragon spoke.

 

It said “Well, who have we here?”

“A fearless dragon hunter, no doubt.”

“A dragon sleeping is nothing to fear.”

“But, when it awakes, no time to shout.”

 

“I didn’t really want to hurt you,” he said.

“You are a beautiful thing to see up close.”

“There is no way I would want you dead.”

“I don’t need to kill you. I’m not one to boast.”

 

“Interesting,” the dragon said. “Let me see.”

“You say I am beautiful to you”

“You look to me about as pretty as you can be.”

“You see, I am a female dragon too.”

 

“There is only one thing that I lack.”

The dragon said, with a most serious look.

“That is someone to ride on my back.”

“Someone to bond to. Now, don’t get shook.”

 

“I am not afraid.” he said. “It sounds fun.”

“But, why would a fierce dragon do that?”

“True, I would be a hero. The only one.”

“The only one to ride on a dragon’s back.”

 

“A dragon’s highest honor is to have a rider.”

“Especially for a female dragon.”

“Because we can bond with our rider.”

“Male dragon’s can’t. I’m not bragging.”

 

“Whatever do you mean by bond??”

“The rider & I become one mentally.”

“I can hear his thoughts. Know what’s going on.”

“He can do the same. It’s all mental, you see.”

 

“I have never heard of such a thing.”

“You wouldn’t have. Few people know.”

“There hasn’t been a rider in many springs.”

“I’ll be the first in years, so let’s go.”

 

Suddenly, he felt a little lightheaded & dizzy.

‘I just bonded with you. give it time.’

He heard the voice in his head. It wasn’t he.

‘No, it wasn’t you. The thought was mine.’

 

‘You can hear all I think in your head.’

‘I can hear all your thoughts too.’

‘Now, the bond is never broken till one is dead.’

‘You will get used to it. I know you’re no fool.’

 

‘Yes, I can breathe out fire, even for fun.’

‘I picked you to bond with for a reason.’

‘A dragon prophecy said you were the one.’

‘Our destiny will be great in due season.’

 

So, here is how the Dragon Rider began.

They did a lot of things during their time.

Their fame spread throughout the land.

Their stories number like grains of sand.

——————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Battle Against The Gods

      The Battle Against The Gods

I could feel something happening near me.

Strange gods drinking from the Well Of Shadows.

I drew Tryfling, (my sword), bringing power to see.

I summoned the ‘rapture of vision’ with a rattle.

 

All around the Well of Shadows they were.

The strange gods in various manifestations

Bound with dark webs of talic force inferred.

They wanted the impulse clouds, it was indicated.

 

Impulse clouds in the Well Of Shadows drew them.

They thrived & grew strong from the clouds.

Their ability to manipulate time, space, & dimensions

increased when they could feed, if allowed.

 

I could not let this happen at any cost.

Only I had the ability to stop them.

We had fought before & I had lost.

But, I learned enough to now, maybe, win.

 

Strange gods like Death, Wisdom, Cruelty, Mercy,

Loyalty, Stupidity, Justice, Chaos, and War.

Others, who were unknown to me, I could see.

They all needed to be stopped to even the score.

 

I cut into the webs of talic with Tryfling.

I severed all the webs, leaving them unbound.

I felt nothing. Not even like crying.

The strange gods were alone, looking all around.

 

The strange gods were unbound now.

They took on their most terrifying aspects.

I sliced the head off the most powerful cow.

Death’s manifestation fell to the ground in ashes.

 

Dismayed, the rest  fled to different time/space loci.

The sky brightened. Peace came over the land.

I hope to never face them again.——Oh my!!.

Life goes on but, I fear, again they may need my hand.

——————————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

 

The Legend Of Robin Hood

      The Legend Of Robin Hood

Robin Hood was a sly little fellow.

He would rob from the rich & give to the poor.

His band of ‘merry men’ were pretty mellow.

He became a thief to even the score.

 

The Sherriff was oppressing the peons.

Taxing them way beyond reason.

King Richard had been gone for eons.

He would be back in due season.

 

He would not stand for such oppression.

The Sherriff would get his neck stretched.

Meantime, Robin Hood took possession

of all the money the Sherriff had fetched.

 

Robin had one thing going for him.

It was his skill with a longbow.

He could shoot a bow like Cupid’s twin.

His long shots had never gone low.

 

The Sherriff wanted Robin’s head.

He couldn’t roust him from Sherwood Forrest.

So, he held a contest, instead.

The best archer would win, of course.

 

There was a big cash prize offered.

Robin couldn’t resist such a competition.

The money was taken from the tax coffers.

Robin wanted to win to make redemption.

 

Robin disguised himself as a common beggar.

He registered for the contest. He had a bow.

The contest started and there were wagers.

The final two would shoot a longbow.

 

It was the Sherriff’s best archer against

the strange beggar, who was very good.

The archer hit dead center & kissed his wench.

The beggar’s arrow split the archer’s wood.

 

Such a shot, no one had ever seen.

To split another’s arrow at such a distance,

could only mean the beggar wasn’t who he seemed.

He, grabbed the prize & avoided resistance.

 

All realized it was Robin Hood.

He threw the prize money to the poor.

The Sherriff was doing all he could.

Yet, Robin made it out the door

 

He got away and the Sherriff looked the fool.

Robin & his men were hero’s of the poor.

The Sherriff planned things that were really cruel.

Before long King Richard returned from the war.

 

He was informed of the total situation.

The Sherriff was arrested and hung.

Robin was pardoned  with elation.

Maid Marion & Robin became as one.

 

So ends my prose of Robin Hood.

True or legends, he is still a hero.

One who goes around doing good.

Most people think of him as real.

—————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

 

In The Time Of Magic

 

      In The Time Of Magic

I am a time traveler. I travel forward or back.

Anyone can do it, if you have the knack.

You don’t need a special machine to go.

Just a good imagination for the show.

 

I went back to the mid-evil ages.

Knights, castles, & really poor wages.

But, there was one thing not here today.

It was magic. Powerful magic, I would say.

 

There was white magic & black magic too.

There were wizards and witches mixing brew.

Some were evil and some were good.

Some would kill you where you stood.

 

It was scary to hear all the magical talk.

If you talk the talk, you must walk the walk.

If you tried to get a wizard for hire,

he might burn you with wizard’s fire.

 

They worked for themselves, not for others.

They would probably fry their own mothers.

Those that used white magic were usually witches.

But, they could be a warlock & burn your britches.

 

What I am trying to say.

Magic is not for play.

Those who used it knew their stuff.

They didn’t share this with others much.

 

If one takes you under his wing.

You would be an acolyte, or some such thing.

You start at the bottom & work your way up.

Till you knew enough to drink from the cup.

 

The wizard would train you to his way of thinking.

You would reflect his actions right down to winking.

If you learned enough, you might go on your own.

You would then use all that you had been shown.

 

They all guard their craft with all their might.

No use ever getting up tight.

If a witch or wizard does things in his own way,

it’s not much different than some people today.

 

I learned what little I could.

Then, returned home, like I knew I would.

I found right off. Magic doesn’t work today.

I am sure there has got to be a better way.

 

But, I still have my imagination.

What a way to take a vacation.

Just imagine whatever you want.

And, wham! You’re ready to romp.

———————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

 

 

A Lost Pixie Finds Home

 

      A Lost Pixie Finds Home

She awoke thinking about  this.

He’s been gone long enough to miss.

There was a whisper of light.

A rare thing since it was night.

The moon was full, time to collect.

She never left this to neglect.

She was alone in the down under.

She could still hear rain and thunder.

Tonight, though, it was warm pleasure.

Time to look for more treasure.

She arose, washed her face, hands, & feet.

She didn’t look for food to eat.

She got her box with light within.

Off she went, her face had a grin.

 

She is Auril, a pixie. Named by him.

She didn’t have a name till then.

No memory of her past exists.

All her knowledge is just this.

She didn’t know she was a pixie.

Though, very small, this she could see.

She was like those above.

Like him, except he didn’t shove.

He rubbed against the world.

Yet, he accepted her and she was thrilled.

She only knew herself, no others.

This was her world. She knew no mother.

Silent things were her company.

They all impressed her. One could see.

She knew each thing had a special vibe.

She could read this far and wide.

 

She made her way out of down under.

Watchful not to attract like thunder.

She slipped off into the woods.

In search of food & what she could.

She went where she hadn’t been before.

A space in the trees,— like a door.

Moonlight guided her path.

Then, she heard a little laugh.

Quiet as moss growing on a rock,

she slipped up to the spot.

It was like she was drawn there.

There was laughter & singing in the air.

A pond with a waterfall at one end.

Fairies and pixies were swimming within.

Some were sitting on the shore.

Behind them were even more.

They were giving off vibes, bright.

Singing and playing in the moonlight.

She quietly slipped down among them.

All of them stopped and began to grin.

“Our lost sister has finally come home.”

Auril said “What?,” Then she was shown.

“Your mother & you were caught by men.

Long ago. We felt we wouldn’t see you again.”

“We felt your essence when we came back”

“But, we didn’t know where you were at.”

‘Every full moon, we would come, all of us.”

“Hoping you would be drawn here thus.

“So here you are, back at last, where you belong”

“It has been years since you have been gone.”

She told them she had no memory of her past.

They said her mother’s essence winked out fast.

They knew that she had died, or was killed.

Still, your essence, had not been fulfilled.

She told them how a man had named her.

How he came, at times, just to make sure

she was o.k. Otherwise, he left her to herself.

The fairies and pixies prayed for his health.

“Such a man is rare.” they said.

“He didn’t let it all go to his head”

So, ends the story of the lost pixie.

She made it home like it should be.

As an afterthought, she saw the man again.

She thanked him &. wished the best for him.

“If others treated fairies & pixies like that.”

She said,” it would be a different world. It’s a fact.”

———————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

 

 

Peace In A Fantasy World

 

Peace In A Fantasy World

The seven ethereal forms billowed into the room .

Like acrid smoke driven on the breath of doom.

Carried on by a cold bitter breeze.

Like an otherworldly collection  of eddies

of air carrying random spectral shapes.

They moved aimlessly, yet each had their place.

They wandered in a loose clutch that reached

among the still, stand mounted bears and beasts.

They rose up on pedestals holding books of prophecy.

Also, evenly displayed cases of oddities.

Their glass reflecting  fire from the hearth

at the side of the room giving birth

to swirling colors in their glow.

All the pillars sat neatly I n a row.

Each ethereal form settled on a prophetic book.

Then dissolved into it while I looked.

What ancient hell controls this cursed place?

I wondered as sweat ran down my face.

Living in  this tower of seven hells

was a creature Satan knows well.

It is said he wrote the prophecy’s.

In a language buried for eternity.

He is alive, yet among the undead.

His blood does not flow, it is often said.

I must retrieve the 7 books of prophecy.

Return them to hell for eternity.

The time draws near when they will become fact.

The only way to stop the prophecies is to act.

I have the power from the white throne.

I hope it will protect me since I am alone.

I know not what the ethereal beings mean?

Some type of protection by the unseen?

I mumble a silent prayer. Touch my heart.

I am ready, as I was from the start.

I know not to touch the books in any way.

I elevate them with power as I pray.

Then the bears and other beasts begin to stir.

They come to life at the summons I lure.

I send the books flying out of the room.

The bears and beasts attack  with a roar of doom.

I vanish right from their mists .

Then reappear outside the room of myths.

My robes are swirling around my legs.

I float the books into their kegs.

I move the kegs onto the cart.

Soon the tower and I am far apart.

I made my way back to the white throne.

To the one who sits there all alone.

He says I have done well

as he sends the books straight back to hell.

The ethereal shapes float back toward the tower.

They have been stripped of all their power.

The whole kingdom sings praises.

They bow in worship as the white throne raises.

“Peace will reign forever” He says, in a joyful mood.

As he sits high above the multitude.———–R. W. Johnson—-(2012)