Night of the Living Dead Turnips

For the last couple of years I have written a Halloween poem for my daughters and read it aloud at our Halloween party. This was last year's and it's based on the premise that the Irish, before they came to America, used to carve jack-o-lanterns from turnips. It was only after they came to the new world that they found the indigenous pumpkin easier to use. I hope you enjoy it and Happy Halloween!Once there were heroes and villains. Good vanquished evil. Except once. And once was all it took. The Golden Guardian has retired. The bad guys won, and there was no room for heroes. The Emperor has tightened his grip on the world, ruling from what was once the United States of America. His power runs unchecked. But ten years after hanging up his golden boots, someone has started fighting injustice, dressed as the Golden Guardian. And in order to protect his young son, Kent Allard must find the new hero, and betray justice for a second time in his life.This is the Prologue for the serialized novel: The Golden Age