The black wolf let out a howl.
The beast lurks in my chest.
My house is made of straw:
how could I get some rest?
But I’m in love with the Sea,
and it’s bigger than Fate.
Eternity remains undefined,
my soul can ride the wind:
every time I watch the Stars
I get my breath back,
so when they’re about to pounce
the Night will save me.
© Frédéric Georges Martin
