Kronos Escapes Hell (Preface)

     Kronos escapes Hell (Preface)

The person known as  ‘The Shadow,’

Is about to make the world rattle.

He is leaning toward Black Magic.

He notices something odd, maybe tragic.

A tight knit ball of energy.

Black Magic generated, he could see.

This is very odd, he thought to himself.

Greater power was here, he felt.

He had to break it open somehow.

He’d been working for days, till now.

He felt something start to give.

This might give him power to live.

Suddenly, the whole room was engulfed,

A tremendous power was loose, he felt.

Then, a man appeared from nowhere.

A Warlock, from the clothes he did wear.

He looked like he was from an ancient time.

His cold black eyes stared into mine.

I was frozen to the spot with his gaze.

Where am I?” he said through the haze.

2017, you are in my lab.”

You are a Warlock then?” He said.

Magic was non-existent for eons.”  “Instead,

I learned how to tap into it again.”

You can then send me back to when.”

Who are you?” The Shadow  whined.

I am Kronos, the greatest Warlock of all time.”

I was defeated by Anika, a whimpy Wizard.”

I was sent to hell by demons.” “They delivered.”

I created a Black Magic link for this.”

You brought me here when you did persist.”

Now, I will tell you how to send me back.”

Revenge calls. I must put Anika on the rack.”

“Give her a taste of hell.”

Once she is dead, all will be well.”

I might bring you back as my assistant.”

An acolyte.” “I owe you for being persistent.”

The Shadow was cowering in the corner.

Kronos drew him out and said: “I scorn her.”

You will help me to return to my past.”

Kronos told him all to do. Then, at last,

A column of Black Fire appeared.

Kronos walked in and he disappeared.

The fire went out and The Shadow shook.

Such power, and Kronos didn’t use a book.

The Shadow determined to become his acolyte.

To control such power would be a fright.

But, he felt he was up to the task.

He would wait till Kronos returned, at last.

Until then, he would learn all he could on his own.

What happened next will chill you to the bone.

———————————————R.W. Johnson——(2017)

 

 

 

Singers And Songwriters

            Singers And Songwriters

Singers and songwriters go through depression.

They use it as a form of expression.

They deliver a powerful message from deep in their sole.

They search through emotions and depressing lows.

They do the same when feeling high.

Use it as a source for reaching the sky.

Their songs are meaningful and can touch your heart.

Sometimes the content can tear you apart.

This is part of their creative ability.

To touch your heart with great agility.

You can identify with each word of the song.

The end is coming. It won’t be long.

But, you can play it again and again.

Play it until it is something within.

There is a song in almost anything.

Oh, what joy and beauty a song can bring.

If you have the skill to put such things to song.

You are highly blessed and where you belong.

Never give up on such a gift.

Too many people need the lift.

A world without music is no world at all.

It is a living hell with nowhere to fall.

So, enjoy whatever music rocks your boat.

For me, singers and songwriters get my vote.

—————————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

Magic Resurrected

          Magic Resurrected

Someone is sneaking around.

He’s like a shadow. Can’t be found.

What exactly is he up to?

Only The Shadow knows, you fool.

He’s spent his life researching things.

Mainly magic.—- That has a ring.

He has finally discovered,

or should I say uncovered.

That magic is dark matter.

That should really cause some chatter.

Earth passed through dark matter long ago.

Magic was strong. Days were dark though.

The dark matter was left behind.

Magic faded and had seen its time.

But, he has found a way in.

He can tap into dark matter again.

Capture the magic that knows no end.

Now he says: Let the fun begin.

He draws on dark matter way out in space.

By a method he devised in his place.

Will he use such power for good?

Or, go to the dark side, if he could?

That story is yet to tell.

The wrong choice could put us through hell.

—————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)