TheSpider52

Salem “I’m innocent, I swear!” the woman wailed over crowd as two men bound her hands and legs with rough rope to a large, blacked stake that stood at the center of the town till it cut into her skin. A lanky man with parted brown hair walked up to the stake, a caring smile on his face as he opened his black leather book emblazoned with the symbol of the Lord and began to preach the Word, the wrinkles around his mouth moving like waves on a rough sea. His effort to enlighten lost on the crowd whose chant reached a new octave. He read on, his green eyes burning with passion as he condemned the woman in the name of God, his

The Doctor Is In A world in trouble, A traveler comes to save it In a strange blue box

Demons Of  A Hero Hidden in darkness A place not meant for heroes Where their demons lie

Behind The Mask Scars, sadness, great pain Hiding behind dark armor But never alone

Luna The eye in the sky, Shimmering, luminescent Always watching us

A Dashing Ego I fly like lightning I’m twenty percent cooler I am so awesome

Ace Daring and the Temple of the Guardians The temple loomed over the jungle casting dark, eerie shadows. I walked in slowly, aware of the many traps. Pressure pads trigger arrows, spiked ceilings, and pits. Crumbling stones and statues litter the ground. Ah, there it is: the jewel. Glittering atop a beautiful pedestal. Make a careful move. Receive the blessing. She smiles. Success.

A Shadow in the Night Clad in dark armor I prowl the scum infested streets. Dishing out the kind of justice the cops can’t. I wage a one man war on crime. I’m not the greatest hero out there. I’m the one these people deserve. My mere shadow invokes fear.  I am the night. I am vengeance. I’m Batman. Punk.