“All he wanted was to captured her,
like all of her favourite stories,
It mattered not, how the narrative played,
or if her demise was his glory.
All he wanted to do was claim the trophy,
and display it with pride,
It mattered not if she was captive,
and subject to demise.
If she became mere roadkill,
what a dasterdly mistake,
All he wanted was a companion,
all he created was a wake.
Every story has an ending,
happily ever after or running free,
this ending was a roadkill,
hung for all to see.”
– Brocarde
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