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I REFUSE

You can’t kill Superman.

I refuse to give you ground. You cannot break the Man of Steel, the Three-Quarters’ Century of Righteous Heroism struck from Seigel and Schuster’s veins, their immigrant innocence melding with patriot joy to create the ultimate Hero…

and you, with your smug insider knowledge and your pockets lined with self-righteous cash from back-room deals of cultural death panels -

I refuse to give you Breath.

You can’t break Batman - I refuse to give you hope. There is no erasing his past. The Great Detective, the Dark Knight Rising, from Bob Kane to Adam West to Frank Miller to Kevin Conroy, his legacy is determination against the darkness, rising with the call to overcome -

and you, with your smarmy accusations and high-pitched yowls of victimisation at the hands of Justice -

I refuse to give you Voice.

You can’t crush Captain America. I refuse to give you words. There is no rewriting History, for History happened and Men died to set Men Free - and you cannot crush that reality. From Lexington to the Alamo to Gettysburg to Pearl Harbour, you cannot deny the truth of Men such as these…

and you, with your perpetual smirk and your onanistic self-love, ever imposing your own face on the past to reject Honor -

I refuse to give you Thought.

You can’t destroy God. I refuse to give you space. You cannot touch what lives inside the Human Heart, the creation of Heroes, the Pantheons of great minds, of literature and art, the Portraits of Courage, the Vignettes of Valor written on a thousand eons of the Soul of Man -

and you, with your momentary wealth and delusions of godhood, you are but a speck of dust in the eye of the One True God, the Author of the Human Pageant, the Creator of Creation, the Maker of Man…

I refuse to give you Power.

You can’t own us. I refuse to give you permission. We are the Face of the Universe, the Work of His Hands, the Story of the Human Race; We are Authors of Epics, Composers of Songs, Rollers of Dice, Bards of Worlds, Smiths of Forges -

and you, with your hate of all things Holy, your horror of all things Free, with your grandiose visions of Life without us, without Faith, without Hope, without Love…

rage against the Light; scream against the Stars. You will fade into nothingness, and We will be free -

I refuse to give you Me.

HE WONDERED WHAT TRAVIS WOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF HIS TEXANS NOW...

He wondered what Travis would have thought of his Texans now...

I shall never surrender.

The echo of those words lit a fire in the Watcher’s spirit, kindling a

weary determination. Someday, somehow, Liberty would present herself

again. She would wave from afar, then the Watcher would once again rise

to fight for Victory or Death.

The Watcher grumbled. Enough trite sentimentality. It’s time to DO

something. As his mother’s Bible had admonished, it was time to train his

hands for war and his fingers for battle.

The Close of the Year

Limestone County Texas - December 31, 2022 - 6:10PM

The close of the Year,

Sunset of the present Age;

On our horizon…

~~~~~

This, ‘the Year that was’

in all its pain and glory

now a memory -

~~~~~

It won’t come again.

Tomorrow brings our Future

rising with the Dawn.

CHRISTMAS, HE CAME HOME

The Wind comes whistlingthrough the wide-open prairie,the Voice of Winter.It sings of the cold,a frozen lyric of icegray clouds in the sky;Howling Coyotessinging in the Blue Norther,a song of the Plains.

*

Down an oil-top roadBeneath a shivering moonA tiny house waitsA light in the darkbeams from a sparkling windowcrossed frigid pasturesBluestem in the snowBending in the Texas Windgreets the traveller

*

Wind opens the door:He is here - at last, he's home -She opens her armsThe storm rushes inThe gale sweeping memoriesto life on the TreeOnly Love can see:his last promise he has kept -Christmas, he came home.

Butterfly Children

These are our children;

rising up to Heaven on

wings of butterflies...

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WATCHER of the DAMNED: Memento Mundo is Live on Kindle Vella NOW!

Hungry for more “WATCHER of the DAMNED”? Can’t wait to find out more about your favorite Characters? Have no fear - MEMENTO MUNDO is here!

Read 'WATCHER of the DAMNED' Memento Mundo - live on Kindle Vella NOW!

Meanwhile, the Second Series is COMING!

FIGHT THE SYSTEM - JOIN THE REVOLUTION - get ready for

WATCHER of the DAMNED: SERIES 2: WANDERER!

BOOK 1: in the bag

BOOK 2: starts tonight

SERIES 2 RELEASE TARGET DATE: DEC 2023

WHILE U WAIT: How did the Happening Happen? Read THE WATCHER'S backstory on Kindle Vella NOW!

Reader Notes :

NEW READERS: Start with Episode 1 “Texas Trouble”

RETURNING READERS: New Content begins with Episode 2 “Some Men Just Need Killin’”

Episode 1 is a 'tie in' episode from WATCHER of the DAMNED: Transmutation Texas, to provide world context. If you’re a Returning Reader, you can read Episode 1 if you'd just like a world refresher - but otherwise, jump to 2! This will be a work in progress as I write more backstories for Characters… so check in from time to time for new content!

Thank you to all my wonderful Readers; I love you so much - thank YOU for all you do!

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BE NOT AFRAID

Robert Lesley Hancock, December 1941

Heroes walk among us.

Be not afraid.

They are Human, first and foremost; you will not know they are all that different than other Men or Women, until they are up all night, one night long ago, when they watched a movie or heard a song. Then their eyes will grow cloudy with memory, and their words will become stumbled, as if they are under the influence of some strong substance.

Be not afraid; they are being transformed by memory…

they will look at you, as if you are a stranger in their world. They will look past you, to the ones left behind, still present but in memory only, yet as real to them as the day the bombs fell, and they will lift their hand to the one behind you.

Be not afraid; they are confronting their past.

When the story is told, listen with wonder. Do not say you have heard it before - this time may be different. This time may tell the tale, where the knife was in their hand, but the enemies’ eyes were the eyes of another Human, and yet they could not stop, or they would not be here…

you would not be here.

Be not afraid -

when the Hero weeps and holds you, knowing the future is real and the war is over, but it is never over - and then you realise…

I am looking past you to the Man beyond your sight,

to the One who is still here; my Hero in the night;

when the darkness gathers round me

he is leading to the Light…

Be not afraid.

Heroes walk among us.

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