Here, I applaud you, mighty heart of blue
Stone hardened with the coldness
Of the cold black gown
The Moon is wearing
For each ocean poured...
Under a playful blue moon
The stars reflect their old wisdom
Their dust speaking through the actions we take
Until the sun will break the record
And explode
Or die, little by little,
Becoming another blue stone
On the  black canopy of inked domes.

For the stone to be deposed in the hands
Of the worthiest girl, the wolf girl
You chased away.