The Swaggering Devil

This pirate can't get enough good cooking. His beautiful hair is the color of the night sky. His sparkling eyes are like two amethysts. His voice is like thunder.  He is quick to laugh.

This swashbuckler has a brash exterior, and a soft interior. His outfits are mysterious, he has a preference for gray, and he has a thing for button shirts with the sleeves rolled up.

The super-intelligent, outgoing pirate. The considerate, oversexed holy man that can seduce with a glance.

If a flower blooms.

I fought through dirt that encrusted me.
Fought hard against what had been established by years and rain.
I moved myself toward the promise of light, and grew.

If a perennial blooms, in the end for no one,
what is more beautiful?
The prosper or the petals?
The flower or its fight?