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…

Burdened by the shroud of my guilt,
I slowly walk down the memory lane
trekking the mountains of regret built
with haunting dreams of love, now slain.

My harrowed life is now left unlit
for having betrayed the Divine grace.
A voice hums in her traces, now slit
reminding me of every loved embrace.

The stars, I see, have stopped to stare
to mourn the loss on this silent night.
In their paleness, I see her there, 
a soul now protected by the moonlight.

With every step, I pierce on the ground,
is drenched in sins that I can't bear,
As her ghost calmly roams around
asking questions, I answer not to dare.

Near the Glen, I'm lost on what to plea;
her memories that filled me with glee,
now torment and haunt the life of me
for the wrongs that I'd done to thee. 

For my ego, like a frog in a pond,
thought of itself above its domain
to severe the much-extolled bond
leaving behind an excruciating pain. 

No Morn shall get her back to me
no fresh gale shall ease my loss,
For I, the sinner shall forever be, 
for having wilfully killed the albatross.

Then a soul amidst its windy shrouds,
With a song of Sorrow, it stolidly sings
Mellowed in the monochrome of the clouds,
Reeking in innocence that ever clings
On the albatross of those bygone days,
Asking why 'twas killed in the unkindest ways.

In the ocean of life, my sins begin to creep
Poisoning the journey I was to tread
As she, like an albatross, over the murk deep,
Still, haunts above my worthless head,
Like Theseus who lived in remorse and shame,
I carry the scars of an accursed name.

In my reflection, I see her face discern
And with the breath of the breeze,
She calls me to paths that I can't return.
In these long nights and deplorable seas,
Every wave rekindles my fears and despair
With her memories scattered everywhere.

Hence, the bird hangs over my soul
as a punishment that I must bear
Facing the storm for a derelict whole
And pay for my sins in the Divine air.
So the generations understand this loss
Of having wilfully killed the albatross.