The Chronicles Of Kronos Volume III Preface
The so called ‘fake’ Kronos does exist.
It was created by Egor using magic bliss.
He had a drop of Kronos’s blood to use.
He could create a duplicate he would use.
The problem with creating such a curse.
The creature had no soul. That made it worse.
It was as nasty as Kronos ever could be.
Even worse, with no conscience, don’t you see.
It had no love for any other.
It had no sister, not even a brother.
It was a singular, vile thing.
A creature from hell, without any wings.
In general appearance, it looked like Kronos.
It had the memories and mind of Kronos.
But, it had no internal controls.
Evil was all its mind would hold.
It was cast into outer darkness by God himself.
Alone, & in utter darkness, it did dwell.
Till Phase III was activated by Satan himself.
It created a vacuum reaching where it dwelt.
A vacuum in the magical flux.
A vacuum that drew it back to earth in a rush.
Back to its castle, to exist once more.
Back where it was created, in all its lore.
It recognized the place when it did arrive.
No one was there that was alive.
It had no idea what had happened there.
There were ashes spread around everywhere.
It did some cussing & stomping around.
Then, it saw something on the ground.
A book lying there caught its eye.
The History Of Kronos Since He Did Die.
It read it from beginning to end.
It seemed to know, this was the end.
“Not for me’, it thought to itself.
“Now I can raise hell & gather wealth.”
It sent out a searching eye.
By way of a pigeon that caught its eye.
Through a fast concocted spell.
It could see through the bird’s eyes very well.
It commanded the bird to fly around.
Humans were still living, it had found.
‘I will rule them with an iron hand.’
‘I will rule in every land.’
‘There is nothing to stop me now.’
‘I will be the only master here somehow.’
‘I just might make myself their god.’
‘Kronos The Mighty!! Now that’s not odd!!’
So fake Kronos planned its reign of terror.
It would rip ass everywhere.
No one was here to stop it now.
It would become a sacred cow.
‘I was created to live for eternity.’
‘From now on Kronos is all they will see.’
This meant a trouble like there never was.
The inhabitants of earth cried to God, because,
they knew nowhere else to turn.
It was a hard lesson for them to learn.
Stay tuned to see what transpires.
‘Fake’ Kronos will become a real live wire.
————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2019)