The Chronicles Of Kronos (Preface)
A whole month has come and gone.
Was I right or was I wrong?
Was the nightmare just a dream?
It was so very much more, it would seem.
I finally decided to find out more.
I had a séance to get to the very core.
We called up a very powerful demon.
Hoping this would give me some freedom.
“Who dares call me forth” it said.
The voice was very deep, penetrating my head.
“I am the creator of Kronos, who is in hell.”
“I had a nightmare and haven’t felt well.”
“Demons wanted me to bring Kronos back.”
“This is something for which I haven’t the knack.”
“We will send Kronos back to his castle.”
“That will be the least of our hassle.”
“He will be under our control while alive.”
“We have a work for him to do to thrive.”
“You will be inspired to tell the tale.”
“We must keep him on track and out of jail.”
“The Dark Lord picked him for this work.”
“Along with other humans.” was its retort.
“Humans throughout the ages, dead and alive.”
“Those with the right attitude we described.”
“They have a work too great to mention right now.”
“They will be slaves for the Dark Lord, as he will allow.”
“The inspiration to write it all down,
will be coming as it comes around.”
“Just be patient and prepared to write.”
“This is powerful, it will take all your might.”
With that, the demon disappeared.
I was shaken and thought it all really weird.
Demons using humans, both dead and alive.
For some nefarious scheme, yet to be contrived?
It had my interest, though I felt like a pawn.
Even so, I was glad that it was gone.
—————————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2019)