He wore her wild like the crown of a fallen kingdom

Celebrating the mythos of her savagery, in the context of his taming it

He never loved her, could never love her, anymore than one loves the carcass of a withered rose

But feral things don’t survive in cages, any more than fire survives under glass

That’s where he went wrong, see, he could no more possess her than he could the trade winds

No more tame her than even the most skilled seaman tame the waves

She didn’t kill him, no

His pride was his downfall

Her hands just guided the blade

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