The Magician’s War (Chapter 1)
When I awoke, I couldn’t move.
A paralysis I couldn’t disprove.
Though I strained with all my might,
I was held down very tight.
I remembered the magician’s war.
We fought for our lives, and more.
Due to fatigue, I wasn’t doing well.
I was knocked unconscious by a spell.
I looked around. I was in a room.
The light was poor, almost a gloom.
I was captured and here I was sent.
I feared what that ending meant.
I tried with all my will to make a fist.
Very slowly, I succeeded at this.
I dug deep and put more into my effort.
I broke out of the spell. A mighty effort.
I sat up and looked around.
My wand was nearby, I found.
With effort, I was able to get to it.
Good thing I was physically fit.
The door flew open with a rush.
A magician ran in and he was flushed.
“No one has ever broken that spell before.”
“A first for everything,” out the door
I went with magically enhanced speed.
I didn’t say goodbye. There was no need.
I surprised them and fought my way out.
I knew exactly what magic was about.
I got my bearings and zapped myself home.
The war still raged, but I wasn’t alone.
Many of us had gathered there.
We knew we needed safety somewhere.
We had a plan that was a great risk.
Our best minds had come up with this.
We made a pledge and raised a fist.
They had already made a list.
We would pass through 7 parallel universes.
Altering each with many traps and curses.
For any, magic or not, to make it through
would be impossible for them to do.
The 8th universe would be ours.
We would be safe. Bless the stars.
It was dangerous to be sure.
It could fail, but we did concur.
We would leave as soon as possible.
The secret of this would be our gospel.
Each world was laden with beasts of all types.
Created with magic with all its hypes.
Terrible weather on different worlds.
Unimaginable hardships, we did herald.
It was mind boggling, to say the least.
We felt safe when done and had a feast.
The evil magicians never knew where we went.
Their every effort to find us was spent.
We were safe for over 800 years.
What happened then is another story, I fear.
——————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)