Albatross

Coleridge's creature,
Feathered tormentor of
This ancient mariner.
My burden,
Yet beautiful.
In the small dark hours
Of my madness
I envision your feathers
A cloak of comfort.
The whisper
From your wings is death.
A little death.
My neck is weary
Of this avian demon
Yet I dream of wings.

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