Killing The Albatross

Beneath my lamp's pale light
I rue my life, mourning its fate.
Cruel, cold and devoid of delight,
like an exile in a land of gloomy debt.

The stars, they stare cold and bold
as gloom engulfs the lamplit field
mocking the dreams lost and old
that pierce my heart yet never yield.

Yet upon the breath of the breeze
her memory radiates like a soft dawn
soothing my pain with ease,
like tears on the cheeks of years bygone.

How she carved my solace sweet
with affection that felt surreal to me,
into my heart and made me complete,
and filled my life with ecstasy.

Neither wealth nor glory brought content
for in her heart, my spirit found its home,
and all rich treasures proudly spent,
pale beside the love that bids me roam.

Then fate imposed its harsh decree
seducing my ego, it came across
and despite the solace she giveth me,
I wilfully chose to kill the albatross...