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I don't own the Crow
However, I am responsible for Mr. Lover for he was created in my name
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Legend of Two Broken Heroes
Mr. Lover was a superhero
He had power, cunning, charm and intelligence
His special power was a byproduct of his soul
A gift from his very being
He had the power to bring peace and love wherever he was
He was capable of infecting others with his unreal compassion:
A fight could not break out,
A girl could not shed tears in sadness,
A man could not stiffen in anger,
While he was around
No one was beneath his love and respect
He had a place for everyone in his heart
Or so he thought
He dressed in white
He wore the symbol of love on his chest
He had the biggest heart there could be
You could see it beat clearly just underneath his left breast
He was a creation of his mother
The great goddess Life
His power was great
His fire burned very brightly
But he was human after all
And though his soul was very pure,
It was also very fragile
Evil was all around him
Everywhere he was, it whispered to him
A terrible evil of dark intelligence
Capable of corrupting even the strongest of heroes
With promises of a rational way
Empty words of very little meaning for someone like him
But he discovered something horrifying one day
He found out that the voices spoke the truth
What they were saying about him was true
He had to learn it the hard way
He was alone for too long
He expected to be able to rely on his heat
Anyone could count on him
And he was sure he could count on himself
He thought his great fire would be enough
For the whole world
But he was wrong
He looked deep within himself
He searched his heart for comfort
He needed to love himself
What he discovered was his undoing
The evil voice was right about him
Without his friends…
He was nothing
He stood just next to his own flame
And extended his hands
But he could not feel anything
There was nothing there
He understood that he never could feel it
He always relied on others to say it was there
They were the ones that transferred the heat they felt within him
Without them, his fire meant nothing
And he was alone
And his heart was not big enough for himself
His compassion was all he had
All he ever felt were the feelings of others
He could never feel for himself
He fell silently
His heart was nearly emptied
His fragile soul had broken
Into thousands of small stars
That could never burn enough for himself
He died alone, no witnesses
That was the end of Mr. Lover
That was when the Crow arose from his grave
He was created to carry out Mr. Lover's broken soul
To protect and honor it
Until someone could heal it
The Crow was just a carcass
A shell that contained Mr. Lover's remains
He was just an afterlife,
A way around mortality
A slave to a pure and broken soul
He was nor dead, nor alive
The Crow was a superhero
He had power over death
A gift from his very being
He had the power to bring continuation
To a worthy hero
With his unreal strength
His power was great
He had the ability to intimidate
His fierceness was unreal
His face was saddened and his eyes were deadly
He was afraid of nothing
He could survive anything
He dressed in black
He had the symbol of death and decay in his name
He had the strongest exterior
But the soul he carried
Was not his own
That fire had little effect anymore
He was a creation of his father
The great god Death
But he was human after all
And though his pure soul was broken,
It was still alive
It was not his duty to care
It was not within his power to fix his soul
But he was responsible for it
He had to honor it
Not just protect it
He needed the help of another superhero
He needed to bring his soul back to life
He only knew one heroine who could do that
One with the gift of happiness
The power of light
She was the daughter of a sun-god