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
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