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Kronos Escapes Hell (Chapter Four)

Kronos Escapes Hell (Chapter Four)

Every battle fit wizard zapped to The Keep.

They hoped it was enough to get a defeat.

If it was Kronos, his Black Arts were powerful.

He had strong magic and a determined will.

For two months they searched everywhere.

No sign of Kronos or magic anywhere.

They were mystified as to what to do.

Half returned to Vantera, the rest were true.

True in their determination to wait out Kronos.

The others would return once he shows.

Kronos and ‘The Shadow’ procrastinated.

All possibilities checked and eliminated.

Kronos waited on purpose.

He knew he could perturb, thus.

Kronos said “The Black Magic felt a hair weaker.”

‘The Shadow’ talked about the black matter feature.

Kronos said “I thought you got around that?”

“No, I built a way to tap into black matter in space.”

Kronos decided he needed this in this place.

They zapped to the future and retrieved The Cowl.

They would figure how to bring it back somehow.

This Cowl , ‘The Shadow’ used to tap dark matter.

They brought it back to Kronos time, like attar.

Once back they tapped into dark matter in space.

‘The Shadow’ located the most concentrated place.

He zeroed in on the heart of it.

Sucked out the magic they could get.

Such tremendous power, even Kronos hadn’t felt.

He sucked it all in up under his belt.

‘The Shadow’ did the same.

They were now ready to continue their game.

They had all the Black Magic they could hold.

The end of the story would soon be told.

Kronos ignited a couple things by accident.

Too much power. It wasn’t what he meant.

With practice, they both got it under control.

‘The Shadow’ thought it was good to know.

Kronos knew what he would now do.

Back when he hit Anethea with the goo.

He injured her through her lance.

Reversed the power. She had no chance.

Anika had a lance too. The same lance??

If she did, she would be dead meat.

If she tried to use it when they meet.

Kronos had other plans in the works.

He went over them, working out the quirks.

‘The Shadow’ helped all he could.

Kronos liked his ideas, like he should.

The midnight hour was drawing near.

Kronos knew he had nothing to fear.

The Wizards couldn’t match his power now.

Thanks to the magic of The Cowl.

Things were beginning to look pretty dim.

Stay tuned in to see who will win.

—————————————————–R.W. Johnson (2017)

Kronos Escapes Hell (Chapter Three)

Kronos Escapes Hell (Chapter Three)

The High Seer had a disturbing vision.

He saw a whole city block obliterated, like fission.

He knew The Black Arts were used here.

It had just happened on earth. That was clear.

Then, a message from earth arrived via wand.

It said what the vision showed. It was no con.

The Power Of 12 were notified.

“Oh no,” they said, as they rolled their eyes.

They picked Anika and her family to go.

Go to earth and see what is the show.

Once ready, they all zapped to The Keep.

The old mansion on earth. It was sweet.

Maintained and hidden by strong magic.

The earthly headquarters they called The keep.

Once there, they made sure all was fine.

Then they zapped to the location of the crime.

Everything in a square block was obliterated.

It was almost like it had been incinerated.

“Who could have done this?” they wondered.

“Its been quiet for 18 years, since Black Thunder.”

Black Thunder is how Kronos’s last war was known.

“No one else has such power we were shown.”

“He is in hell. There is no escape from there.”

Suddenly, they all felt that jolt of ‘beware.’

A whirlwind started all around them.

They all erected a shield of protection.

Sand, dirt, debris, etc. turned the day dark.

Creatures flew by, scarlet in color, making an arc.

Indescribable critters trying to breach the shield.

Disembodied nightmares. The shield would soon yield.

The roar of the wind was near deafening.

They communicated mentally to plan their reckoning.

‘Our shield will soon fail, we’ll become captives.’

‘We can still go down.’ The twins said without lapses.

They said “Excavatius,” and a hole with stairs appeared.

Sirle said ‘Direct it that way.’ Pointing as he leered.

Shortly, the tunnel broke into an underground room.

The church catechism, where bodies were entombed.

They hurried down into the tunnel.

They closed the opening with a big rock bundle.

Their wands produced plenty of light.

They found their way out, though it was tight.

They put on invisibility, then flew into the air.

They started a search for whoever was there.

‘Kronos!!’ Anika mentally yelled.

She pointed where Kronos projected black spells.

He was creating the whirlwind and critters.

‘Back to The Keep before the shield quivers.’

‘Soon after, it will fail.’

‘We must be gone before he follows our trail.’

They all zapped back to The Keep instantly.

Kronos focused more for increased intensity.

He felt it when the shield failed.

He moved in to catch his quail.

‘The Shadow’ moved in from the other side.

They both worked the spell to trap those inside.

There was nothing where the shield stood.

Kronos was not looking very good.

“It should have been impossible to escape.”

˜We have to regroup and plan their fate.”

They zapped home to their underground keep.

Anika and all were shocked after the retreat.

They immediately got in wand communication.

They contacted Vantera with the information.

Kronos was back and had to be stopped.

Everyone on Vantera was in shock.

They immediately started making plans.

Anika said “Come to earth as soon as you can.”

Something big and terrible was on the rise.

Be ready for it. Don’t hide your eyes.

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

Kronos Escapes Hell (Chapter Two)

Kronos Escapes Hell (Chapter Two)

It had been 18 years since Anika and Sirle married.

They still lived on Vantera, the name it carried.

Anika gave birth to a set of male twins the first year.

Named Siran and Ansir, identical, they were.

They were powerful magicians and warriors.

Trained from birth, they excelled for sure.

They were as good, or better, than their parents.

Not taking time to think, being their worst errant.

They would mature and outgrow that.

They would be the greatest. It was a fact.

They knew all the history of Kronos and others.

They wished they could have fought him as brothers.

They could communicate with animals telepathically.

As well as each other and parents. It was a fact, you see.

They grew up with two black panthers.

Flash and Stealth, big and worse than cancer.

Offspring’s of Eros and Ra, who were old now.

They were also raised with eagles, wow.

They were the four offspring of Pern.

Watching them work made Anika’s heart yearn.

The panthers, twins, and eagles were deadly.

Always alert. Always ready.

Add Anika and Sirle to the group.

They were one deadly fighting troupe.

Sirle found that he was a telepath also.

At any time they were ready to go.

They had taken the boys to earth.

Showed them around the old hearth.

They had made the trip often.

Showed them where they fought to win.

Even showed them Kronos’s ruined castle.

Such a mess made walking around a hassle.

Kronos had become a legend now.

Almost ancient history somehow.

But, all of that was about to change.

Soon as Kronos had his plans arranged.

—————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Kronos Escapes Hell (Chapter Two)

It had been 18 years since Anika and Sirle married.

They still lived on Vantera, the name it carried.

Anika gave birth to a set of male twins the first year.

Named Siran and Ansir, identical, they were.

They were powerful magicians and warriors.

Trained from birth, they excelled for sure.

They were as good, or better, than their parents.

Not taking time to think, being their worst errant.

They would mature and outgrow that.

They would be the greatest. It was a fact.

They knew all the history of Kronos and others.

They wished they could have fought him as brothers.

They could communicate with animals telepathically.

As well as each other and parents. It was a fact, you see.

They grew up with two black panthers.

Flash and Stealth, big and worse than cancer.

Offspring’s of Eros and Ra, who were old now.

They were also raised with eagles, wow.

They were the four offspring of Pern.

Watching them work made Anika’s heart yearn.

The panthers, twins, and eagles were deadly.

Always alert. Always ready.

Add Anika and Sirle to the group.

They were one deadly fighting troupe.

Sirle found that he was a telepath also.

At any time they were ready to go.

They had taken the boys to earth.

Showed them around the old hearth.

They had made the trip often.

Showed them where they fought to win.

Even showed them Kronos’s ruined castle.

Such a mess made walking around a hassle.

Kronos had become a legend now.

Almost ancient history somehow.

But, all of that was about to change.

Soon as Kronos had his plans arranged.

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

Kronos Escapes Hell (Chapter One)

Kronos Escapes Hell (Chapter One)

Kronos appeared in front of his ruined castle.

He had made it back to his time with no hassle.

He threw stones aside using Black Magic.

If his books were ruined, it would be tragic.

A powerful spell protected the hidden room.

He would locate it real soon.

Not all his books had he brought to the cave.

The one now nonexistent, to his dismay.

A demon destroyed it when he was taken.

Kronos had learned his lesson, no mistaking.

He located the protected room in the castle.

Moved all books out by magic, without hassle.

He looked up a spell to detect magical spots.

The strongest, now known as Ireland, was hot.

Kronos traveled there. It took him 2 months.

Once there, he could zap back at once.

He found an underground dwelling.

Made it his base. There was no yelling.

Just remodeling, done by magic power.

Protected by many spells for the hour.

All books and anything else he needed.

He brought there, then he proceeded.

He connected to ‘The Shadow’ through time.

Transferred him there by just his mind.

‘The Shadow’ was shaken up at first.

Kronos said: “This is not a curse.”

“I have brought you here to be my acolyte.”

Kronos told him all, to ‘The Shadow’s’ delight.

Kronos told him his entire life’s story.

“You look so young.” “What glory!”

“Before I got dragged to hell,

I made a powerful spell that would dwell

In the Black Magical rift.”

“To remain until a day like this.”

“That ball of energy you opened was it.”

“I knew, someday, somebody would be fit.”

“Fit to bring me back from hell or the grave.”

“So, you’re my acolyte, not a slave.”

“We must go to work. I have a lot to teach you.”

“Black Magic will speed up your lessons too.”

“You will learn very rapidly without problem.”

“You’ll face problems and you’ll solve them.”

“With my help, it will be a snap.”

“You won’t get caught in any trap.”

Kronos taught him all he knew.

Then, Kronos laid out what they would do.

Kronos had eons to make his plans.

His power had quadrupled throughout the land.

It was what sustained him while in hell.

Anika was done. That much he could tell.

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

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)

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)

Scientist Succeeds, For Himself Only

Scientist Succeeds, For Himself Only

The scientist was working in his lab.

His private project, for which he was glad.

Others would think he was totally nuts.

But, he had a theory, he had the bucks.

He felt man could pass through solids.

He could walk through walls. He vowed this.

Everything is mostly open space.

The space between the atoms, in this case.

If you could line up your atoms with others.

You could pass through, if it’s your druthers.

Jesus did it in the Bible, or so it states.

After his resurrection, an altered state?

Before His death He passed through crowds.

Maybe invisible? Not because of a shroud.

Scientifically, it should be able to be done.

If it could, he would be the one.

He worked for years to figure out how.

There had to be a way somehow.

Then, his hand passed through the countertop.

He was totally and completely in shock.

What exactly had he done?

Could it be done by anyone?

He was mentally willing his atoms to align.

It happened so easily, it shocked his mind.

He immediately put it to the test.

His hand went through anything without rest.

Then, came the biggest challenge of all.

He would try to walk through a wall.

He walked right through without any sweat.

Why so long for this challenge to be met?

It was a peculiar way of thinking.

It did take years to develop, without blinking.

He realized it had to come automatically.

“It was natural,” he said dramatically.

What was he going to do now?

Such thoughts before, he wouldn’t allow.

He didn’t want to be distracted in any way.

Now, he had to figure out what to say.

In the end, he kept the secret for his own pleasure.

Too many complications could affect his fate here.

Just the fact that he did succeed.

Would have to fulfill his every need.

It was better this way.

Such knowledge could ruin the day.

————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Mystery Of Mountain Mike

The Mystery Of Mountain Mike

Mountain Mike was a mountain man.

Hunting and trapping in mountain land.

Making a living from selling the furs.

He had his rifle and a mangy cur.

He would be gone all year long.

He would hunt and fish till game was gone.

He was friends with most of the Indians.

Even so, he would seldom see them.

One day he found a girl, nearly dead.

Her parents died of a disease, it’s said.

She was starving, went looking for food.

She was in a severely depressed mood.

Mike nursed her back to health.

In his one room cabin, built for himself.

After a few months, they became friends.

She called him father in the end.

He taught her to fish, hunt, and trap.

Prepare the fur for taking back.

Taking back to the outpost to be sold.

Then buy supplies for the winter cold.

She became an expert shot.

Better than Mike, when really hot.

He was very proud of her.

Dressed her In their very best fur.

They were a team. They worked well.

Herding game to nature’s hell.

A box canyon where they were trapped.

Taking the best game was a snap.

They didn’t kill for fun. Only to eat & survive.

Selling furs kept them alive.

They would fish to feed themselves.

They were where nature dwells.

Several years passed by.

Then, Mike was injured in a landslide.

She drug him miles to civilization.

On a cot made for the occasion.

People were amazed by her feat.

When done, she was still on her feet.

Mike recovered with medical aid.

After a month resting in the shade

they headed for the mountains then.

One year, they were never heard from again.

But, their rumors will never die.

Others said they saw them bye and bye.

No one could say for sure.

Yet somehow, they got a supply of fur.

—————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Scientist Strikes Out

The Scientist Strikes Out

The scientist was working late in his lab.

He was close to success and he was glad.

He had loved super heroes all his life.

He often shared his desire with his wife.

Now, he was on the verge of discovery.

A super hero that would set us all free.

It would happen right here in his lab.

He was so excited, he was almost mad.

All his creation needed was a transfusion.

Super infused blood. It was no illusion.

His creation would then come to life.

No frankincense monster. It was his wife.

She volunteered. Or, so it would seem.

To convince her, he went to the extreme.

So, carefully, the transfusion began.

The result of this should make him the man.

Once completed, slowly, she began to rise.

Then, she began to yell, much to his surprise.

“Come here you little runt” “Bring me water.”

“Hurry, or I’ll kick your ass!” “Why bother.”

“I could mash you like a bug. You hear!”

“Yes,—– you have a lot to fear!”

“I am not becoming a super hero for you.”

“I am going to do just what I want to do.”

“I will be a couch potato. You’ll care for me.”

“Anything I want you will get.” “You see!”

“Your life will be a living hell.”

“While mine will be doing real swell.”

“Make one mistake and I’ll rip you apart.”

“That is coming straight from my heart.”

“You know what I am able to do.”

“After all, I was created by you.”

The scientist had created a living monster.

It will be hell to take her to a concert.

His life was done. There was no way out.

No one will know what this is about.

They will call him ‘Mr. Milktoast.’

He decided he would rather be a ghost.

So, he tried to snuff himself out.

He didn’t succeed. She called him a lout.

When she was done he wished he was dead.

Why, oh why had they ever wed.

Let all this be a warning to all others.

Never marry a monster. Stay with your mothers.

———————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Wedding Day For The Dragon Riders

Wedding Day For The Dragon Riders

Finally, the time had come.

Gale and Wendy would soon become as one.

He had proposed and she accepted.

Even their dragons were receptive.

They decided to marry the dragon way.

The dragons said it could be done today.

But, they had to travel to dragon land.

The place where dragons had command.

Above the clouds and beyond the rainbow.

A magical place where dragons go.

It may be on earth, then again, it may not be.

When they travel there, they will see.

They mounted their dragons and away they went.

No one but them knew of the event.

High and far the dragons flew.

Through the clouds and morning dew.

Then, they entered what looked like a funnel.

Swirling lights and colors all around the tunnel.

They were mesmerized by the sight.

They had never seen so many lights.

Colors beyond description,

sinking into their souls, like an inscription.

They felt love. They felt warmth.

They felt infinity was nothing to scorn.

They burst forth upon a beautiful land.

Flowing in colors, rivers, and sand.

Floating isles of wooded land.

Lovely jungles with perfumes grand.

Butterflies up to a foot across.

Beautiful birds, grass with a velvet gloss.

Magical creatures, even satyrs and unicorns.

Fairies, pixies, elves, lovely creatures with horns.

All creatures of folklore lived here too.

But, here, the dragons rule.

They flew to a castle of 12 precious stones.

All polished and shining, standing alone.

Inside was the Imperial Dragon of High.

The ruler of all that could be seen by dragon eye.

He would perform the marriage ceremony.

He had approved the matrimony.

‘This is rarely done here for humans.”

“But, you both have earned this conclusion.”

‘We were there the night you saved the dragons life.”

“Mentally, we followed all the strife.”

“We were all hoping this day would come.’

“So, we say welcome everyone.”

In a traditional ceremony they were wed.

Traditional to dragons. Different for them instead.

They walked out with dragons on each side.

Blowing fire overhead to match their stride.

They spent a week in the dragons land.

They saw more than they could understand.

But, they felt that they belonged.

Their dragons sang a special song.

The Imperial Dragon said it was time to leave.

“Trouble was brewing again.” “ There is no reprieve.”

“As Dragon Riders, you must do what you can.”

“It is our way to try to help man.”

“The day is coming when dragons will be rejected.”

“Until then, you must do as expected”

The Dragon Riders returned home.

Remembering their wedding at the foot of the throne.

They were as one now, along with their dragons.

They would do their duty. They would not be lagging.

——————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)