Keeper Of The Wind.
Who goes there says I out loud
But there came no answer to my silly question
But the wind kept rattling itself outside and came in through each smallest crack
And I stood there so silently thinking who was it that just moaned
And out it came
A vapor that stunk of rotted old cheese
And I slumped over myself for I could not stand being consumed by this over offensive odor
And I grew ever so queasy inside of the deepest part of me
And it growled out at me that nasty oldest thing that now grew ever so tall in front of me
And he snickered out loud
and he said in the gruffest voice
I am the master of the wind
The oldest survivor of all things
And you are now of me
And I was hurled forward deep within that humanless being until I was never more.
jo.