Month: December 2014

 

       The Mystery Solved

The little knight drew his sword.

He checked the oak door . A solid core.

But, it seemed to be unlocked.

He didn’t fly off half cocked.

He did step in ready to fight.

What he saw was a scary sight.

There stood a wizard with a long white beard.

The black clothes & cape with stars was weird. The wizard turned & saw the knight.

The wizard’s stare was a dreadful fright.

He said ”You dare to come here to my lair?”

“You will pay for this, I swear.”

“I will cause you to lose your job.”

“Next, will be your house. That’s not odd.’

“Your horse will be gone. Maybe your wife.”

“Don’t come closer or you’ll lose your life.”

“You will be in the soup line for your meals”

“They might drag you to jail by your heels”

The little knight was fuming at these words.

“I’ll put an end to you and yours!!”

The little knight screamed as he prepared to charge

 

The little knight awoke screaming.

Sheets were in a knot & he was leaning.

Bent way over off the bed.

Pain was running through his head.

“What happened?” his wife asked him.

The little knight was scratching his chin.

“It was an evil wizard is all I know”

“He was going to take it all. Even my soul.”

They had no idea what it meant.

They tried their best to forget the event.

Later that day the mail came.

A letter from the IRS in name.

It said we will be auditing you.

The little knight said “Looks like we are threw.”

“Now we know who the wizard is.”

“It’s the IRS and we are his.”

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

      The Mystery Continues

The little knight was on his usual patrol.

Then something touched his very soul.

He started heading into unknown woods.

Should he go on? He didn’t know if he could.

This was way off his usual area to check.

He was nervous, but what the heck.

His job was to protect the realm

He kept things safe when at the helm.

The woods grew very dark & dense.

He never saw a single fence.

Then, up ahead, he saw the tower.

Nothing around but brambles & bowers.

It was a cold, dark, eerie place.

He felt a cold sweat on his face.

The tower was very high.

The top reached way up into the sky.

He searched all around for a door.

When he could almost search no more

he found what may be a way in.

Very fine lines on the outer trim.

Shaped like a small narrow door.

It extended down to the floor.

He used his blade to pry in a crack.

He heard a creak & he jumped back.

This narrow door swung in.

Thank God the little knight was thin.

He slipped into the doorway at last.

On the wall hung a torch held fast.

He lit the torch & went up the hall.

It was narrow space & not very tall.

It went round & round at a gradual slope.

Funny this place didn’t have a moat.

Only briers & brambles he cut through.

Why it was here, he hadn’t a clue.

He kept going on for a very long time.

It was becoming quite a climb.

The little knight felt that something was wrong.

How much longer could this climb go on?

Then he came to a thick oak door.

It had thick metal hinges, and more.

Light was shining under the door.

It was so bright it made his eyes sore.

The little knight could feel waves of evil.

It was flowing out like slippery eels.

The knight braced himself to rush in.

 

He awoke with a start.

He could hear the pounding of his heart.

His first such dream in years.

His wife was beside him almost in tears.

He had scared her with his trashing around.

She wanted to know where they were bound?

If he dreamed it usually meant trouble.

She didn’t want to burst his bubble.

But, what else could she think?

The little knight got water from the sink.

The little knight always did his part.

He fought evil from the start.

But, this dream was different, it seemed.

Neither of them knew what it could mean?

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

      Highstorm’s Revenge

The stormwind is blowing. A highstorm is on the way.

The stormwall darkens. Lighting strikes starting to play.

We must find shelter. If not, we will die.

No one survives when the storm is high.

A highstorm comes every week or so.

From where they come no one knows.

There is much that we must learn.

To know such knowledge is all I yearn.

The magic buried deep in the ground.

The Spirit life that is all around.

You could be killed by plant or beast.

Not to mention highstorms from the East.

No one has returned that went East to see

where the highstorms came to be.

Their power exudes from precious stones.

Glowing bright , each color their own.

They give light to the world at night.

Things look scary in their eerie light.

All life is based on the power that thrives.

When a highstorm does arise.

The highstorm, itself, is always deadly.

But, after the storm, during the waning eddy,

there is power that fuels the magic here.

So strong and powerful that all should fear.

A few have tried to tap into it’s source.

But, few have managed to stay the course.

If I can just tap into that power.

I will rule the very hour.

I will take revenge on my x friend

who stole my girl; his life will end.

I will zap him into dust.

His armor won’t even have time to rust.

 

Suddenly he is startled by a boom.

Lightning flashed across his room.

The little knight had been dreaming again.

About how to get even with his friend.

The dream was gone but, the aching went on.

How much longer will this go on.

——————————————————-R. W. Johnson—-(2011)

 

 

 

      Revenge At Last

Finally, his day had come.

The little knight would be the one.

He stood before his massive army.

He said ”They will never harm me”

“They will harm no one again.”

“For today victory is ours.” “ WE WILL WIN.”

The leader of the enemy army was “him.”

The one who had stolen his girlfriend.

For years, he had hunted them down.

Hoping just to crush the clowns.

Once “he” had been his best friend.

Till “he” stole his girlfriend.

Now they both will be put down.

Buried deep within the ground.

The horn was blown. The charge began.

They stood strong man to man.

Dust, screams, blood, and bodies fell.

Each man fought like they were in hell.

The little knight was feeling sick.

 

Suddenly he was vomiting in a bedpan.

Sweating, he tried to steady his hand.

He was very sick with the flu.

Three days now that he knew.

Even while deathly sick.

He still had dreams of ending it.

Will he ever get over losing her.

He just didn’t know for sure.——————R.W. Johnson——(2011)

 

 

      Little Knight Dreams Again

The brave little knight had a job to do.

Clean up the town for me and you.

the word he wanted had finally come down.

They were holed up in the town.

He had dreamed of this day for years.

The thought of victory brought him tears.

The one who once was his best friend.

Till he stole his love from him.

The travesty had broke his heart.

He swore revenge that night in the dark.

The two lovers were still together.

Once they were gone he’d feel better.

He planned his attack for  that night.

Until then he kept them in his sight.

He would take them out together.

the more they begged the better.

 

Then, suddenly he came wide awake.

Another dream leaving it’s ache.

How much longer must he suffer this loss?

He had to get even no matter what cost.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

 

 

      Day Mares

The brave little knight was on the move.

His shining armor sparkled as he moved.

He crept along from bush to tree.

Moving closer so he could see.

From his perch upon a knoll

he could see the home of the troll.

The troll that stole his love away.

Revenge would be his today.

He would wait till dark to make his move.

His anger itching to be soothed.

The nasty troll was his best friend.

He thought he would be till the end.

Till the day he stole his love.

He vowed by all the Gods above.

He would get them for what they did.

After darkness,  down the hill he slid.

As he approached he laughed within.

He would catch them in their den.

As he got ready to break in the door.

 

“Dinner is ready” called his mother.

He was in bed under the covers.

He had been dreaming again.

Will this nightmare ever end?—————–R.W. Johnson—–  (2011)