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[aid] => mick
[title] => Cartoon Hero - Tears Of Reality
[time] => 2009-09-22 14:17:20
[hometext] => "He was only five and he tried to be the hero."
[bodytext] => He smiled, as he played with his superman cape, satisfied by the loverly dinner before, but then a drunken villain entered poisoning harmony with a devious uproar. An evil odor surrounded the villain, the scent associated with deadly fear, she tried effortlessly to please the villain, but an eruption drew ever so near. Memories of a fatherly hero faded that night, a father transformed into a painful source, the troubles of a villains heart ignited breathing life to a tyrant with no remorse. She then chased her son to his fortress, sealing him in a place where ignorance resides, a place shielded by her love light years from danger, a safe haven above. He struggled effortlessly to ignore the argument, but a sudden scream broke from his mother, the sound of glass shattered viciously and he grasped his scream as tears bled off him. A dansel in distress abandoned in war, unknown courage soon blossomed in his heart, a 'S' sat firm upon a young hero, He then flew into danger in the most heroic art. The villain struck her down with raging fury, He flew in to save, He flew in to save He flew for victory, He attacked for glory, but reality shone upon this bleak tragedy. The villain had stolen his conscience leaving an imagination demolished in it's wake, the young hero laid dormant on the ground, the villain continued, gabbing her with harsh sound. She then rested her soul upon the hero, absorbing any dangers which lurked, the villain attacked cruel and relentlessly until the tears of reality flowed. Her tears were coloured in fire red, a villain soon relapsed at the sight, a villain sobered to the fears he had spawn, an alcoholic king; bringer of a brutal savage pawn. A father vanished, returning lost harmony, his mother held the hero tight as they shed tears, her love saved the young hero from pain with a power to put all heroes to shame. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 31 [informant] => daylynn_van_wyk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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