As fiercely as the wind may blow,
Sails lift her over water; she flows,
Through rain, sleet and snow,
A cold winter where surely nothing grows,
Like the lone wolf stalking his prey,
She holds her steady stoic gaze,
All the while a word she could not say,
Under his spell; she’s in a daze,
Encountering his white eyed feral growl,
Sets her soul frequency into a howl,
What was this beast in front of me?
A haunting ending; I never did see.
Photo Credit: Yell Magazine – Black Sails