Poetry: Husky - The sea, the island and the other wolves

Chapter 3 - The island

Husky - The sea, the island and the other wolves

Chapter 3 - The island

I felt the soft sand

Yes, It's not my end

Then a soft hand touches me

And I stepped on the land

This hand comes from a beautiful creature

A woman? A mermaid? A goddess?

I don't know but I'm touching the happiness

It's a stunning sculpture

Suddenly, she kisses my head

But she starts to run

I'm hypnotized, but it's so fun

So I follow the creature, I go ahead

I realized the place is a small island

This beautiful maiden is forged by iron

She keeps running into the wild

I was weak, but now I am a lion

The nature is wonderful

There are rainbows in the sky

The beautiful flowers are colored

I'd love to live into this moment

No more wars, no more lies

I don't feel disposable

So I keep running

Following that magician

I'm a bee, she is the honey

That beauty creature is unbelievable

She smiles one last time, almost disappearing

Until I bump into a tree

I was not a bee, but a donkey

I finally wake up

My mind was blurred

So I try to stand up

The island is no longer blushed

But I keep walking in slow motion

I'm tired, I'm very starved

So I find some fruits

There is also a river, where I drink water

I lost that pretty but I am relieved

Because I am alive

It's fine. Alive into that creepy island.

I am fine for a while