The Rime of A Sinner

Petrichor of Love

I. 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.

When my life bled in eternal sorrow
she blossomed like a God-sent bloom
and adorned my barren morrow,
erasing away all of my gloom.

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…

II. The Ghost of 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 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 betrayed the albatross.
 
III. The Curse of The Albatross

Then a soul amidst its windy shrouds,
With a song of Sorrow, it stolidly sings
Mellowed in the monochrome of clouds,
Reeking in innocence that ever clings
Over 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, the albatross, over the murky 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.

IV. A Blood-Cloaked Moon

Then on that eventful and dreaded night,
the moon glistened in blood upon the shore,
The streams swelled in blood under the light,
to mourn the albatross, no more.
Down the memory lane when happiness fled
'Twas sorrow that walked among the dead.

In the gloom that no joy could intrude
Stood a silent stream with a stained glass
Reflecting only the harrowing solitude
And spaces where all the hope would pass.
With as cold a surface as a frozen sea,
designed to capture one in misery.

Where faces were not ours alone,
But of us who dwelled there before,
With the eyes of a hollow stone,
They hover over the banks' floor.
With their forms swirling around my mind,
around my aspects, around my kind.

Beneath the moon glistened in blood
the earth trembled barren and bare
as streams began to violently flood
the scattered joys in its devious snare.
The night seemed like an eternal breath
that wrapped the world in absolute death.

Everything faded in the flood of gloom
with her face blurred by eternal tears
and me being, a prisoner in my room
where time dwelt and bred new fears.
as the clocks strolled their spectral hands
through the gloom where no soul commands.

Still, I gazed and gasped at my turn
as though the blood from my heart
That glistened on the moon ,churning the urn
of the witches' oil to tear me apart.
As the moon laughs in its crimson robe
leaving behind my life's kaleidoscope.

V. The Acceptance

Who'd come to the lamplit field, at this hour?
Who would listen to this Rime with care?
As the winds intervened with its power, 
they whispered coldly with its hollow snare,
"Why should you flutter and weep,
after killing the albatross you're to keep? "

My fate relished on my eternal gloom
as I watched my soul slowly burn out,
the winds that longed to seal my doom, 
tore through the night, with a howling shout.
As my soul trembles on its withering stem, 
it has nothing left inside it to handle them. 

The albatross that once adored my morrow
now roams over the souvenirs of love. 
The moon that once soothed my sorrow 
now admonishes me in its crimson from above.
The heavens that once strengthened our belief 
now weep in the heaviest downpour of grief. 

Still, I stand underneath a cracked sky
witnessing a downpour of grief on display
with winds howling louder with every sigh
crimson-cloaking the joyous moments away. 
Inching closer to punish my soul, tired and torn
waiting to burn its sins that around it adorn.
 
The bird, hence hovers above my life
as a punishment that I must bear
Facing the storm of this sinned strife
And pay for them in the Divine air.
The fate and my ego conspired my fall,
for me to pay for my sins, once and for all.

And as the world fragments into dust
and I wane into the darkened grace
to satiate the thirst of a foregone lust
of my fate that brought me to this place.
Blood-cloaked tears will stain this loss
of me, my heart and the albatross. 

  • Author: Petrichor of Love (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 31st, 2024 11:41
  • Comment from author about the poem: I'm reposting this poem for the last time as I've added a fifth movement in this eloquent and long poem. I need to hear from readers of my poem about any potential improvements before moving forward. I will thoroughly appreciate your feedback on this lengthy poem that I have written inspired by the epic poem "The Rime of The Ancient Mariner" by Samuel Coleridge. Your feedback will help me rectify any issues that still might exist in the poem and might have escaped from my eye. Thank you!
  • Category: Surrealist
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  • Cheeky Missy

    Patience. I'll try to give you a halfway decent answer later, when I've more time. Besides that, now I'll need to revisit the inspiration to boot.

    • Petrichor of Love

      Yes please take your time to read this poem. I would appreciate your feedback and also the changes that you'd suggest.

      • Cheeky Missy

        So, having reread a version of the original by Samuel Coleridge Taylor [which I'd not bothered with since they required it of us in highschool], looking at yours again now, excepting the misuse of "severe" which you either need to alter to "sever" or else alter the "to" preceding it to "too," I've not much else presently to add. Yours is a similar angle and prettily done as well, reminding one of the original inspiring it, yet with a bit of a slightly different twist.
        Thank you VERY much for sharing. I wish for my own copy but perhaps a later day.
        Yes, you might tidy up the stanzas a tad, yet overall I'd say it's pretty piece in the style of the original.
        Thank you again.

        • Petrichor of Love

          I apologise from the bottom of my heart for being late to reply. This is very well-detailed feedback that you've written for my poem. Even I have found certain grammar discrepancies and the issues you've highlighted. I will work on them before the final piece is published. Thank you for sparing your valuable time for writing this feedback🥹💕

        • Tony36

          Awesome write



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