Chronus Drawn

Chronus Drawn Chronus One came from Planet Brendon Dawn Along the Silver System’s galactic path A young warrior king who followed no one’s laws His head was large and bullet shaped So were his thoughts Chronus used his warped laser gun to get things done It did his thinking for him When not killing everyone in sight he liked to sleep Bilious black hair, covered head and face While he waited in the dark to find his fate He laid the laser down next to his pillow Rested but never closed his close set eyes Treason was always on the rise Chronus was a giant of a man with green and yellow teeth Moving from planet to planet at his pace Shot first, asked questions later Many enemies would attack him from all sides And he would rise to those occasions One night a little pretty girl with golden hair Came up from behind and shot him dead Before he could draw his warped laser gun The one he thought could do no wrong She became the owner of his weapon Chronus had become out drawn And for the record, no comics had been stripped No crayons harmed