The Valiant

Wind was in his power,
husky and strong,
creation of this universe,
challenging the goddess of misery,
hunting for what was his.
With a glass of whiskey,
goatskin belted across his chest,
close to loose his temperament,
for an insatiable hunger to succeed…


For the prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

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