Subject Description: In the city's bustling beat, a superhero's tale takes its seat,
A protagonist with strength and grace, with a smile upon their face.
No extra limbs or blurry lines, their form defined, a hero shines.
A cape billows in the night, against the darkness, a gleaming light.
But beware the dishevelman's plight, a negative prompt may alight,
Two faces or extra hands, a mutant scene in villain's lands.
Poorly drawn in twisted strife, a distorted canvas in this life.
Gross proportions, malformed sight, the dishevelman's darker plight.
Now, the spell to don this might, "Dishevelry" in the night.
Ingredients unique in blend, each with purpose, a story to send.
1. A feather from the wing of grace,
For elegance in every pace.
2. A tear from the eye of midnight,
To reflect the hero's inner light.
3. A strand of moonlit hair so fair,
Symbolizing strength beyond compare.
4. A whisper from the city's hum,
Power from where the dishevelman's from.
Rationale for this concoction bold,
To weave a tale, a saga to unfold.
Feathers for flight in righteous air,
Tears to empathize, showing they care.
Moonlit hair, a connection deep,
A hero's secret, their vow to keep.
The city's hum, a force untold,
Infusing strength, the story unfolds.
Style: Fantasy