Category: Fantasy

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The Magician’s War (Chapter 3)

 

    The Magician’s War (Chapter 3)

The Great Deceiver was named so

because of her ability to deceive the soul.

Her alone, had this great ability.

Her enemy would lose their agility.

Lose their ability to do magic, totally.

Magic was no longer in their soul, you see.

Her wand would change to a lance.

One of incredible power at a glance.

Once thrown, it would return on its own.

After it had destroyed to the bone.

Anika had a healing stone.

That would heal most wounds on its own.

Pass it over the injured part.

Healing came instantly, calming the heart.

No one knew how it heeled.

It eliminated pain with the feel.

An ancient power passed down .

Anika was given it for where she was bound.

Her wand delivered to her the message.

One from the Deceiver, builder. It was messy.

How to know where to enter and exit.

Each level of Hell was  different to exit.

Many, many entrances and exits leading to

a multitude of parallel universes. Not a few.

Easy to lose your way. A special code

Would help her with this heavy load.

But, surviving along the way was hers alone.

She had to use her wisdom as shown.

She prepared to enter the first gate.

The panthers were to restless to wait.

The eagle was flying in circles.

They all knew what was her goals.

There were certain magical things

that could help. If she knew what to sing.

No one knew what was really in each level.

Anything from a poisonous bite to a raging devil.

She was ready to leave.

But, that’s another story. I won’t deceive.

———————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

The Magician’s War (Chapter 1)

         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)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unlimited Power

             Unlimited Power

The kid had incredible brain power.

He became more powerful every hour.

Soon, he was creating matter.

People began to fear and  scatter.

He would think of it and it would appear.

Such power caused a lot of fear.

He would disappear and reappear again.

If they doubted, he would do it again.

He slipped a couple minutes forward in time.

Move, then return to this time.

To those watching, he would disappear.

Then, in another spot, reappear.

He could fly by the power of his mind.

Transfer great distances in a flick of time.

He could read anyone’s mind.

Control them and keep them in line.

He could look in the sky, predict the rain.

Yet, through it all, he was not vain.

He could heal the sick, raise the dead.

Make the girls talk out of their heads.

People feared him, some tried to kill him.

They should have known they couldn’t win.

He became invisible in a twinkle.

He never aged nor got a wrinkle.

He could turn water into wine.

Mostly, he did only what was fine.

Nothing was beyond him to do.

Peace on earth became his rule.

He solved problems for the scientists.

His mother would give him a giant kiss.

Diseases were eliminated.

Old age was decimated.

It was like Shangri-La here.

No crime or killing. No more fear.

Then the day came when he was gone.

He said we knew enough to get along.

We could do it on our own, you see.

He had somewhere he needed to be.

No one heard of nor saw him again.

Let’s hope this is the beginning, not the end.

—————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

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The Earthquake

               The Earthquake

I felt the earth move under my feet.

I could barely stand up on the street.

Frightened and big eyed, I looked around.

Trees were swaying, buildings falling down.

I took off and ran for the grass.

The shaking knocked me on my ass.

I was sitting in the middle of a lawn.

Everything around was almost gone.

I heard yelling and crying from the mess.

Someone trapped within, was my guess.

Myself, and several others were safe.

We started helping others to escape.

That day, I was just out for a walk.

I was thinking of heading for the dock.

Next thing I know, all is gone.

I see a doe running with its fawn.

I start digging through some rubble.

I heard a female voice in trouble.

Soon, I tunneled my way into her.

A beautiful girl, alive for sure.

Her leg was wedged under a bookcase.

I lifted it up slowly, just in case.

Luckily, her leg wasn’t broken.

Only bruised, a lucky token.

I said “Anyone else trapped in here?”

“No, I live alone.” She said in fear.

“At least, I did live here. No more now.”

“I think I lost my home too, somehow.”

“You mean you don’t know yet?”

My home was gone too, was a safe bet.

“I live a few blocks from here.”

“I was out for a walk.” “ I am pretty near.”

“Then, let’s go see if your house is there.”

“You don’t have to go anywhere.”

“I am still in shock. This house is bare.”

“I will help you. Is anybody there?”

“No, I live alone too.” I said.

“Oh, I thought maybe you were wed.”

“Not yet. Haven’t met the right one.”

So, off we went to see what was done.

On the way, I learned her name.

I told her mine. Close to the same.

My house had minimal damaged.

I told her that I could manage.

She insisted on helping me clean up.

I didn’t have a lot of stuff.

It took all day. Then, I took her to dinner.

It had to be fast food, but, it was a winner.

She had no where to stay. I had a spare room.

WE moved her stuff there real soon.

Within the month we both knew.

She wasn’t moving out. Didn’t want to.

I have found who I was searching for.

An earthquake brought her to my door.

From the disaster came a new life.

Phoenix is what we named our first child.

From the ashes rose new life, running wild.

Any way you look at this we win.

Enough love to carry us to the end.

—————————–R.W. Johnson——(2017)

 

 

 

No Paint For This House

       No Paint For This House

One spring day we painted our home.

It took a few days to get it done.

3 of us were working. I wasn’t alone.

It went fast so was sort of fun.

A pretty blue with dark blue trim.

We were all happy after the last coat.

The next day it was like it had never been.

No new paint from pillar to post.

It looked like we had never painted it.

What the hell happened to the paint?

I was so shocked, I could have a fit.

My wife felt weak, about to faint.

We called a ghost hunter for help.

He came over to take a look.

He knew exactly how we felt.

We showed him pictures that we took.

I looked at the ground where he knelt.

“I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

He was as mystified as we were.

“Can I call a friend of mine? He knows lore.”

“Maybe he will know what did occur.”

We said yes, and soon he arrived.

We showed and told him all we knew.

He turned white and almost cried.

“I think I know what happened to you.”

He started to say, then fell to the ground.

He was dead, right on the spot.

The ambulance soon came around.

A heart attack or stroke were their thoughts.

That didn’t explain enough for us.

We saw the marks on his throat.

They disappeared before we could cuss.

Something made sure he couldn’t gloat.

We never tried to paint the house again.

We sold it, as is, just as fast as we could.

Never told the story. Didn’t know how to begin.

We knew the siding was wormwood.

What this meant, we weren’t sure.

We were glad to be away from there.

Why or how it did occur,

remains a mystery we haven’t wanted to share.

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

 

The Indians Take Revenge

      The Indians Take Revenge.

They were coming in a cloud of dust.

We were riding in a thundering rush.

Only a mile to the safety of the fort.

I wanted to hear their rifles report.

They would turn back the insane.

Once in range, with rifles aflame.

Those Indians were insane with rage.

They would scalp us if we engaged.

We had come upon their tepee camp.

They saw us and began to chant.

Just squaws and kids. Braves were gone.

A hunting trip. Won’t be gone long.

We raped pillaged and burned it all.

One young buck escaped  the fall.

He took off on horseback fast.

We couldn’t catch his ass.

He made it to the hunting party.

Told them and they got gnarly

He showed them which way we went.

Seeing their village, their clothes they rent.

They chased us double time.

We thought that all was fine.

Till we saw that cloud of dust.

We knew it would be the end of us.

We had to make it to the fort.

Or we would never make a report.

We thought we had a chance.

Then, we saw the cloud in fast advance.

A bunch cut us off from the side.

They were wild and wanted our hide.

We were killed to the last man.

Except for me, but I never ran.

I, the youngest, was tortured and spared.

I was barely alive. No one cared.

They tied me on my horse.

Sent it toward the fort, of course.

I reported all that took place.

Said that the chief got right in my face.

Said tell them this is revenge.

They come again and it will be the end.

————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

Comic World Comes To Life

Comic World Comes To Life

Billy had read comics all his life.

X-Men, Fantastic Four, Spiderman.

The Hulk, Justice league, all right!!

Dr. Strange, Iron Man, Superman.

 

Marvel and D.C. comics he liked best.

Batman, Wonder Woman, even

Captain America, and all the rest.

They always occupied every evening.

 

He would fantasize about it all.

Such a world, he would love to be in.

One morning he awoke and saw

every comic character from then.

 

From all the comic’s, they were there.

He saw them on TV and out his door.

It seemed that they were everywhere.

Not comics, but real, even what they wore.

 

The villains were all present too.

Things seemed to be in a stir.

People didn’t know what to do.

The ‘hero’s’ stated who they were.

 

Said they were here to stop the villains.

They had the means and the power.

Everyone should start to chillin.

They would make the villains cower.

 

Soon, a terrible battle raged.

Fire was flying all around.

A fierce battle, the hero’s waged.

The villains were soon looser bound.

 

The hero’s won on every front.

The world was safe once again.

Then, they were gone. Was this a stunt?

Everyone hoped to see them again.

 

It was all over before it had begun.

Billy wondered what just happened.

Yet, all others had seen all the fun.

Did a Twilight Zone thing just happen?

 

The answer was never known.

It wasn’t talked about much after.

Billy thought maybe he had shown.

his imagination can produce matter.

————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Real, Or Not??

             Real, Or Not??

There are changes going on in me.

Since I was young and free,

I went through life not knowing.

All that time, I was growing.

It started way down in my toes.

As it grows it twitches my nose.

It is worse when the moon is full.

Then, my fingers start to grow.

I grow long nails, like claws.

My feet look almost like paws.

My nose turns into a snout.

What the hell is this about?

Hair was popping out all over.

Ears became pointed, like Rover’s.

My eyes look like a wolf’s.

My smell is better. That’s all it took.

I took off running through the woods.

Howling, I would fly, if I could.

I wanted fresh, bloody meat to eat.

I caught a rabbit. What a treat.

I have a fear of other men.

Their smell is strong, like rotten gin.

I am fearless otherwise.

Nothing can hide from my cunning eyes.

I run, howl, rip and tear.

I can go most anywhere.

Morning comes and I am home.

On my bed, I let out a grown.

What a nightmare. I am a mess.

What is this blood? I can’t guess.

Could this nightmare have been real?

Was I a werewolf? That’s how I feel.

No, that’s impossible,—– right?

There are no werewolves in the night.

I push it all out of my mind.

Save it for another time.

———————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

The Little Knight Win’s Big

    The Little Knight Win’s Big

The day happened as I was told.

The fairies told me to be bold.

I wanted to win the hand,

of the fairest in the land.

The fairies told me how I can.

They said I have to be the man.

I knew what I had to do.

My mama didn’t raise a fool.

Today was the championship joust.

I owned the best horse in the house.

I entered with a goal in mind.

Everything was going to be just fine.

I defeated all who came my way.

The king’s champion was next today.

None had been able to defeat him.

I had to do it.—–. I had to win!!

The flag was dropped & off we went.

Toward one another, we were sent.

Lances down, we hit in a clash.

The Black Knight was knocked on his ass.

The crowd went wild with cheers.

I rode in front of the king with no fear.

He said:  “Name your prize, oh mighty knight.”

“Your daughter’s hand, if I might?”

The king was shocked into silence.

The crowd cheered, he feared violence.

He agreed to my bold request.

But, the best part is coming yet.

For I have won the hand,

of the fairest in the land.

——————————R. W. Johnson—–(2017)