John The Shepherd

John The Shepherd by Hector M. Rivera Prologue The hooded figure darted from shadow to shadow blanketed by a bright noon day. The gutted torn buildings gave birth to crooked shadows like some demented Dr. Suess nightmare. Empty rusted cars provided his cover as he slowly neared his prize. It was being guarded by aContinue reading “John The Shepherd”

“Upon watching the Power of Man”

From up on high they scurry like ants. From down low they stride into battle like gods. Hephaestus adorns them with arms and the daily toils of the meek mean nothing to the generals of the new and of the old. Lucifer’s children and all their pomp and circumstance are still ants to the almighty.Continue reading ““Upon watching the Power of Man””