Magic And Early Man

Magic And Early Man

Many, many eons ago in the fantasy land of Tangura.
A very wise man went into a deep trance.
When he awoke, he shouted ‘Congura.”
It meant he had found out something in his trance.
He had discovered magic. But, how to tap into it?
He went to work immediately on the problem.
Soon, he had devised a simple spell that seemed fit.
He mumbled some words that didn’t solve them.
He needed a focus. So used an ash branch.
Straight, about two feet long, tapered on the end.
He pointed and mumbled. Light shot out of the branch.
He burned a hole in the wall. In came the wind.
He knew he was onto something then.
A year, or so later, he had composed a book.
Magic spells, potions, and other gems.
He called himself a wizard to those who looked.
Soon, he had an assistant, an acolyte.
They would stir up big boiling pots of herbs, etc.
Sprinkle in the right potions to make it right.
Drink it and cure warts, fever, and an itch.
Soon, the acolyte had had enough of this.
In secret, he whipped up a brew of his own.
He drank it and brought on a real twist.
It affected him right down to the bone.
He called himself a warlock, and so it went.
The battle between good and evil was on.
Soon, there were others. They had the scent.
Cults were formed. Soon, a war was brought on.
Through the ages, the battle has raged.
Good verses evil. Until this very day.
Magic is no longer used, but they are engaged.
The good verses evil game is still played.
Everything starts somewhere. Till it ends.

————————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

“Mountain Mania”

Mountain Mania

Way back in the hills of Tennessee
Something was brewing and it wasn’t tea.
Uncle John was at it again.
But, he wasn’t making bathtub gin.
He had his still fired up to the max.
You could buy this booze and not pay tax.
It was some potent mountain brew.
Burn your hairs and moustache too.
Some teenage kids had an idea.
Instead of: “I caught ya. Wouldn’t want to be ya.”
They decided to pull a psilocybin trick.
Some ‘magic mushrooms’, blended thick.
They added the mix to the still.
That should give em all a thrill.
Uncle John didn’t have a clue.
He sold all his jugs of the special brew.
Customers were seeing pixies dancing on the lawn.
Pink elephants flying around till dawn.
Bizarre colors and shooting stars.
Some were seeing men from Mars.
The teenagers were laughing their asses off.
Till someone shot at them from a loft.
Uncle John had to shut down his still.
He decided to make out his will.
Things were quite tense for quite some time.
It was said: “That was some damn good moonshine.”
Uncle John didn’t think he could do it again.
He didn’t know how to even begin.
Finally, the teenagers told him what they did.
Uncle John was mad & almost flipped his lid.
Then, he realized there was money in it.
He hired the teenagers and brewed more shit.
They called it. “Mountain Mania.”
One drink and you are insane. Ya!!
By the time the revenuers caught on.
Uncle John and kids were long gone.

——————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

The Dark Is Coming

The Dark Is Coming

I feel the dark is on its way.
I’m not talking about night & day.
I am talking about something much deeper.
It’s getting darker. Things are bleaker.
Let’s use Star Wars as a guide.
Turn to the ‘dark side’ for a ride.
Turn away to really be free.
But, this may be too late to see.
The common now is a shade of gray.
Which is getting darker by the day.
Game Of Thrones says; “Winter is coming.”
The darkness is much more worth shunning.
Don’t let the darkness fill your heart.
Your world, known now, will be torn apart.
You can’t run to the sea. The sea will be a boiling.
You cannot hide. The viper is uncoiling.
Don’t look to the sky. The sky will be a falling.
Trapped in the dark, your name he’ll be a calling.
This will be hell on earth.
Avoid at all costs, for what it’s worth.

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

Fading Memories

Fading Memories

The time has gone. Its faded away.
Just a memory of another day.
The further it slips into the past.
The more I wish that it could last.
But, now, it is only a memory.
A hitch in time no one can see.
No one but me can understand.
The fading footprints in the sand.
What goes around comes around again.
I am waiting, but there is only wind.
Wind that blows without end.
Covering the footprints and memory.
Destroying all that’s left of you and me.
In time, all will be gone.
Though the feelings linger on.
When I die I will be free.
Maybe,—- to return to you and me.

————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

Do You Remember Me?

Do You Remember Me?

Do you remember me?
You are doubtful, I can see.
It was a very long time ago.
I cherished you, don’t you know?
I was extremely shy back then.
I tried hard to be your friend.
But, mostly, I was just ignored.
I probably made you pretty bored.
I don’t think you knew my name.
Just background noise in your game.
Do you remember me?
The one who could never be free.
Always trapped by a broken heart.
Pining for you from the very start.
My mind imagined everything.
I got only what make believe could bring.
It made my life a living hell.
Even when things were going well.
I didn’t know how to break the ice.
I was afraid what I did wouldn’t be nice.
Do you remember me?
Obviously you don’t. That much I can see.
I can say it makes no difference to me.
But, you see, I have never been free.
All these years hasn’t changed a thing.
I keep hoping what the next day will bring.
You are what I have been hoping for.
I dream of you knocking on my door.
But, I know that will never happen to me.
My whole life has been a fantasy.

——————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

The Chronicles Of Kronos Volume III Chapter Twelve

The Chronicles Of Kronos Volume III Chapter Twelve

Anathea said “Why would the oracle do your bidding?”
‘The Shadow’ said “Because it is only fitting.”
“When I was trapped in the lamp it was near.”
“I could hear its cries of fear.”
“It was trapped in the sealed cave.”
“No one knew it had been put away.”
“After Aladdin freed me, I freed the oracle.”
“I opened up the cave.” he chortled.
“The oracle was so relieved, we became fast friends for life.”
“I kept her cave a secret, which seemed only right.”
“But, somehow, ‘Fake’ Kronos found out about it.”
“It has been abusive to the oracle. I don’t doubt it.”
“The oracle will be more than happy to trap ‘Fake’ Kronos.”
“The oracle knows what will happen. It doesn’t know.”
“It is way to arrogant to even ask about that.”
“Which is great. We will trap Its ass.”
‘The Shadow’ vanished to talk to the oracle.
He took the box along to show the oracle.
The oracle speaks from a well in the cave.
The oracle cannot be made anyone’s slave.
Which is why ‘Fake’ Kronos wants the ‘genie.’
If It trapped him, It would never set him free.
‘The Shadow’ told his plans to the oracle. It already knew.
It said “I will play this game of deception with you.”
“I won’t be lying because the ‘genie’ will be here.”
“It is just that the total truth will not be made clear.”
That was exactly what ‘The Shadow’ wanted to hear.
He said he would be right back with the others.
He was gone, then almost instantly back with others.
Even the oracle was a little mystified by this.
‘The Shadow’ was there, or was it just a mist?
The others hid out of sight for safety’s sake.
They didn’t want to make a mistake.
The oracle contacted ‘Fake’ Kronos with the news.
“The ‘genie’ has returned. Come now. You can’t refuse.”
‘Fake’ Kronos got a big old grin.
It zapped there instantly. “I will trap him”
“Where is this ‘genie’ you told me about?”
“In the box there. It is its new home. It can move about.”
‘Fake’ Kronos walked over to the box.
Set Its hand on the top. Sneaky as a fox.
“I don’t detect anything strange here.”
It lifted the lid. A rush of wind pulled It in.
It let out a scream & tried to jump out.
‘The Shadow’ sat on the lid till it sealed shut . “Not getting out.”
The box was shaking and jumping about.
The others rushed over. Anathea worked her spell.
The box got still. It seemed the spell worked well.
‘The Shadow’ pointed his wand at the box.
It floated into the air, then vanished from that spot.
‘The Shadow’ vanished also. In seconds he was back.
“I have delivered the package. That’s the end of that.”
‘The Shadow’ appeared in Frankenstein’s lab,
along with the box. Only Egor was there, looking sad.
He jumped, and almost feinted.
“Relax”, ‘The Shadow’ said “This visit is not tainted.”
“I have brought you your creation. The ‘Fake’ Kronos.”
“It’s memory is erased. There is nothing that It knows.”
“It will become Frankenstein’s monster.”
“I will produce all the surgical scars on the monster.”
“Using magic, that can never be detected.”
“This body you have here, I will dispose of. It won’t be resurrected.”
“Put your creation in its place.”
“Nothing needs to be done in haste.”
“Dr Frankenstein won’t notice the switch.”
“Tell him it has a good brain. A good fix.
“He will be so happy, he will fix your hump back.”
“I will work a little magic on the Dr. so all will go smoothly.”
“This monster, without a soul, will be a real doozy.”
“The rest is up to you. Do you understand?”
Egor said. “Yes, yes. I will do all I can.”
“I know you will for the rest is all history”
“Who, or what are you?” It was a mystery.
“I am ‘The Shadow’, that’s all you need to know.”
‘The Shadow’ helped Egor make the switch.
Then ‘The Shadow’ did magic to make the stitch.
‘The Shadow’ appeared in the Dr.’s room.
He did a spell that would help the Dr. soon.
Then, ‘The Shadow’ took the other body.
Left it in the in between. It wasn’t shoddy.
The body just ceased to exist.
‘The Shadow’ returned to Egor with a warning about all this.
“Never speak of any of this.” Egor took the warning to heart.
He would never speak of this till, through death, he does part.
‘The Shadow’ was back with the others in a matter of seconds.
He related to them all had happened as expected.
There was cheering and partying going on.
Word was spread throughout the world that It was gone.
Their job complete, they returned to their heavenly homes.
The Chronicles Of Kronos comes to a happy end. No more foes.
Will there be more tales of where he goes?
Possibly a prequel?——-Who knows?

——————————————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

The Chronicles Of Kronos Volume III Chapter Eleven

The Chronicles Of Kronos Volume III Chapter Eleven

‘The Shadow’ said “Remember when I talked about the Well Of Knowledge?”
“Yes, we remember that. You said ‘Fake’ Kronos had gotten knowledge.”
“It did. Also It mentioned Aladdin and the ‘genie’ while there.”
“Well, as some of you know, I was that ‘genie.’”
“It seems ‘Fake’ Kronos was upset that Aladdin freed the ‘genie.’”
“That is our carrot. The ‘genie.’ ‘Fake’ Kronos wants to control it.”
“I will have the oracle contact ‘Fake’ Kronos with news about it.”
“The oracle will say the ‘genie’ is back again.”
“’Fake’ Kronos will jump at that bait.”
“It will haul ass there really quick so It won’t be late.”
“That sounds reasonable” Kronos said.
“Once It is there, how do you trap the evil head?”
“I have this plan I will need help with.”
“That’s what we’re here for. We are not twits.”
“In this case, The Lumicates need to cast the die.”
“They have the ability to trap any guy.”
Anika said “Ahh, I think I know where this is headed.”
“You should. You were the one that got me embedded.”
“By that, I mean trapped in the lamp.”
“Yes. Then took you back to The Lumicates camp.”
“Would you go with me? We will return there again.”
“Of course I will. Just like old times again.”
Anika & ‘The Shadow’ held hands and vanished.
Anathea said “Watching that is still hard for me to manage.”
Anika & ‘The Shadow’ immediately appeared again.
But, they were at The Lumicate camp, within
the head Witch Doctors hut. The Medicine Man too.
He said “Hello, we have been expecting you.”
“I was hoping you knew we were coming.”
“We did. We also know why you were coming.”
“We have already built a trap to fit your needs.”
“Wow. I just can’t believe how, the future, you read.”
“For awhile, there was some problems”
“It is better now. Mostly, it allows them.”
“To see what will transpire, I mean.”
“Of course, we cannot see in the in between.”
“The lamp you were in wouldn’t let any magic in or out.”
“You were literally physically trapped, without a doubt.”
“That is true.” ‘The Shadow’ regretfully said.
He still had some bad feelings about it in his head.
“We need one similar to that for ‘Fake’ Kronos.”
“Except, we need to be able to use magic on ‘Fake’ Kronos.”
“But, any magic It uses to be trapped with It.”
“We figured that would be how you wanted it.”
‘You had a much different form than a man.”
“More like, a fog, or a shadow moving across the land.”
“Yes. That is why I call myself ‘The Shadow’”
“To learn to assume this form was a real battle.”
“But, that’s another story for another time.”
“Right now, ‘Fake’ Kronos is our problem sign.”
“Due to your form, you would fit into a lamp.”
“’Fake’ Kronos is bigger, so, needs a bigger lamp.”
“Basically, it is a large rectangular box.”
The Witch Doctor led them away to see the box.
“It reminds me of the Ark Of The Covenant.”
“What in the world is that?” Anika did vent.
“It is in the future in a different time line.”
“Not from yours, but from mine.”
It was a large metal box looking like bronze.
It was heavy. But, they could move it with their wands.
The same metal Aladdin’s lamp was made of.
It reflected the sunlight that was shining above.
The needed spells were woven into it when it was cast.
That way they would always last.
“When ‘Fake’ Kronos raises the lid, It will be sucked in.”
“Only you, ‘Shadow,’ can let It out.”
Yet, spells, any of you use on It will work, without a doubt.”
“Thank you all so much for all you have done.” Anika said.
“It is our pleasure to help.” The Witch Doctor said.
With that, Anika, ‘The Shadow’, and the box disappeared.
The Lumicates knew that it wasn’t weird.
Back with the other three, it was like they were hardly gone.
“Is that the trap!!?” they all said, before too long.
“Yes.” Anika & ‘The Shadow’ explained what happened.
“Now, we have everything we need to catch the weenie.”
“When It comes to capture the ‘genie.’”
Will their well laid plans come to pass?
Pass me the pheasant under glass.
Might as well enjoy a good meal.
While were waiting to see what is revealed.

———————————————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

The Chronicles Of Kronos Volume III Chapter Ten

The Chronicles Of Kronos Volume III Chapter Ten

They went by way of the in between.
They surrounded ‘Fake’ Kronos without being seen.
Just outside a village, where It was cussing.
Using their wands, they all sent spells rushing.
‘Fake’ Kronos spun fast as a blur.
Blocking spells as fast as they occurred.
But, they kept on sending different spells right & left.
‘Fake’ Kronos was beginning to sweat.
It couldn’t hold off such an attack much longer.
It zapped away to have time to grow stronger.
They immediately were around it again.
Spells were flying like yesterday’s gin.
‘Fake’ Kronos jumped again.
They were right behind it, with a grin.
But, ’Fake’ Kronos was nowhere in sight.
At first, it kind of gave them a fright.
They were standing alongside a lake.
Then, they saw where they had made a mistake.
‘Fake’ Kronos was hiding under the water.
They all started to dive in, like an otter.
But ‘The Shadow’ yelled “Freeze.”
“I saw It leave the lake & go into the trees.”
“It wanted us to enter the lake.”
“Then trap us there as frozen bait.”
“That crafty bastard is a pain in the ass.”
“You’ll have to ask forgiveness for that, lass”
They appeared in the trees & It was gone.
Even the birds there had stopped singing their song.
“Did you get a fix on where It went?”
“Not positive, but the castle probably is where It went.”
They appeared in the castle in haste.
No sign of ‘Fake’ Kronos. No trace.
“This does not mean It wasn’t here briefly.”
“I think It was. Look, a message to ‘meet me.’”
“Oh no, It has recruited a lot of help.”
“About what I expected from the little whelp.”
Soon, they were surrounded by a large # of enemies.
They left by the in between to a place more friendly.
‘Fake’ Kronos told Its men “Be alert, jerks.”
“These nincompoops will be back. I’ll bet your shirt.”
But, after quite awhile, they were not seen.
“I’ll beat those jackasses & rape their queen.”
‘Fake’ Kronos was ranting and raving again.
All the others stood around looking grim.
Meanwhile, the five were trying to find a way to gain the edge.
“There must be a way to drive in a wedge.”
“The spells we need to work can’t get to It.”
“Stating the obvious is not helping a bit.”
“I am getting tired of playing games with this twit.”
‘The Shadow’ said “What we need is a better mouse trap.”
“What exactly do you mean by that?”
“First, we need a carrot to wave under Its nose.”
“What!? It is no vegetarian. Everybody knows.”
“No, no. I am not talking literally.” said ‘The Shadow.’
“Then speak sense man. Enough of this piddle paddle.”
“We tempt It with something It really wants.”
“When It goes for it, we spring the trap. What we want.”
“How, exactly, do you plan on trapping It?”
“Something literal, please. No allegory shit.”
“I have an idea that is coming to mind.” ‘The Shadow’ said.
“Well, let’s hear it then. It is better than banging my head.”
What kind of trap is ‘The Shadow’ thinking of?
We won’t find out today. We know it won’t be love.
Right now, I haven’t a clue. But, until then——–,
we will wait.—– I will see you then.

————————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

The Chronicles Of Kronos Volume III Chapter Nine

The Chronicles Of Kronos Volume III Chapter Nine

Anika explained some more as to what she meant.
Soon, all were on board, after they did vent.
“Asglow, you know the negative magic best.”
He said “Any negative spell must be balanced like the rest.”
“If not balanced, the power will be cut in half.”
“With half the power, one is really put to the task.”
“This may help us. ‘Fake’ Kronos uses mainly positive.”
“If It uses negative at all. Which It doesn’t. I am positive.”
“Kronos hates negative magic, so ‘Fake’ Kronos would too.”
“Yet, its spells are strong. Some negative magic must slip through.”
“We can block that without Its knowledge.”
“It won’t know what happened. It had no collage.”
“Its spells would be weaker then.”
“We could overcome It & that would be the end.”
Meanwhile ‘Fake’ Kronos was raising hell.
It put a whole village under its spell.
Everyone went on a killing spree.
Killing each other in an attempt to be free.
The delusions were placed into their minds.
‘Fake’ Kronos was having a good old time.
When there was only one villager left,
‘Fake’ Kronos did him in, calling him a wretch.
‘Fake’ Kronos figured that would draw attention.
The ‘goodie two shoes’ need not be mentioned.
They will come running to try to stop It.
It will be waiting to throw a fit.
It planned to throw all It had at them.
It wouldn’t stop. This was not a whim.
Meantime the five were working on a new plan.
Anathea had her bow & arrows & began.
They were attempting to embed into an arrow,
a spell that would block negative magic. Narrow
Would be the width of it.
But, effective. Even if ‘Fake’ Kronos blocked it.
For a short period of time it would work.
Then, they could overcome the irrational twerp.
Giving Anathea time to work her memory spell on it.
Then ‘The Shadow’ would immediately do his bit.
That is, if all worked out as planned.
They heard of the villagers, dead to a man.
But, it took time to get the blocking spell perfected.
They hoped ‘Fake’ Kronos didn’t feel neglected.
In fact, that is just how It felt.
Its rage was building so much It thought It would melt.
‘Where are those bumbling scum’s?’
‘They won’t respond when I drop a little crumb?’
‘I guess I am going to have to raise more hell.’
‘Up the ante. Then they will hear the bell.’
‘Fake’ Kronos destroyed 20 churches in a matter of minutes.
Yelling “I am the only one you shall worship! Get this!!”
‘That should bring them running in no time now.’
‘I might make Kronos, himself, a sacrificial cow.’
They heard what happened to the churches.
They were ready. All had their spells researched.
What happened when they appeared around It?
Did It skewer them, like on a spit?
Or, did they skewer It with an arrow?
We will find out in the straight and narrow.
When we check in again.
In the meantime, let’s hope they win.

——————————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2019)