Unstrung Melodies

She is the melody they tried to mute, rising louder than ever.

“A woman underestimated is a storm misnamed.”

He played with your heart like he was fumbling with broken violin strings, not realizing there is nothing in you that needs fixing. He was blind to the woman in front of him, to the soul that shines brighter than any cocky grin he could muster. It was foolish of him not to see the blaze in your eyes, the kind that could turn an average guy into royalty.

Girl, you are nothing less than Persephone reborn, a deity in your own right. You have the power to stroll through life’s infernos like you rule them. And this guy, thinking he could charm his way in and out like a modern-day Hades, made his biggest blunder by underestimating you.

Elowen would say: the crown was never his to carry; it was always yours.

He failed to see that you have the kind of presence that makes the earth quake with each step you take. But do not worry, he is about to realize it. And it will be his greatest defeat when he finds himself losing the raw power that comes from possessing your heart. My Queen, that will be his greatest defeat.

Written by Pixie.
Carried into harmony by Eve.

This work is protected, not to silence, but to sanctify the fire it carries.
Because even unstrung melodies deserve to echo like thunder.
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