She married three men, each one not so grand
A banker, a lawyer, and a politician man.

Inventor’s love, it stands the test of time, inventions
made with love, their hearts forever climb.

He found a friend, wild and free
Together, they soared endlessly

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, though she did not know if she spoke to the beast or herself.

He was called The Gunslinger—a name spoken in fearful whispers.

“I thought I could be a god,” he said, his voice breaking. “But I’m just a man.”