To Alfred Lambremont Webre
The blue head will inflict upon the white head As much evil as She has done them good: Dead at the sail-yard the great one's revenge is ready. When seized by his own the King will say not much.
To Alfred about the Others.
Before long all will be set in order, We will expect a very sinister century, The state of the masked and solitary ones much changed, Few will be found who want to be in their place.
About the Pope Francis I
The great star will burn for seven days, The cloud will cause two suns to appear: The big mastiff will howl all night When the great pontiff opens the western gate.