The Hero

The virtue was being wronged, depicted his woeful tale of prey and innocence. Gradually people gathered to listen to the poignant rhetoric. blown away by the felon's aching, awful narration; pitied the miserable plight, lamented the dejected tales. There were babbling, the throng silently protested the unfairness, the injustice. In innuendo, the protagonist raised the pitch of the tragic tale, the foul play. one day, the aggrieved throng, broke the glasshouse of the pointed swindler of innocence to penalize, rejoiced, contended, the folk were prattling the nature's law of justice. The protagonist in awe, applauded the mob for the transgression, for the hold up. All of a sudden, the cynosure of their eyes, became bean ideal of rectitude and integrity, applauded for the moral fortitude, honoured, doted on. The proclaimed perceived upright hero was silently starring, astounded at the susceptibility of the mob, utterly blind, subtly entangled in his devious, fabricated, intrigued plot! The protagonist of the moving tale, removed the mask at the end quietly, with a sardonic laugh; in triumph to give a puff to the credulous absurdity. The machiavellian hero, was meticulously eavesdropping, peeping at the gross fooly. The irony! The demon in disguise, is glorified by mercy of ludicrous asinine.