Forgive the addendum to a closed contest. But an answer of sorts to the first poem sprang up today. So I wrote this in tandem/contrast to my “Light’s Wings” appearing earlier in the thread. You'll note there's no building back of lines/hope at the end of this one.
Freedom! He pledged. A life with no law, save her whim, her will.
So she danced his wild dances. She savored his sour
Vintage, heart pounding up till it grew still,
Cheeks staining deep like a flower
Piqued too soon from the thrill.
Free…? His power
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