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Upon the Misty Night

Upon the misty night
the albatross perched
just outside my window
and waited.

My soul is the treasure
for which it searched,
I fear its mere presence
means I'm fated.

For years it's been known
as the sailor's curse
and I'm a sailor to the
depths of me.

My current sufferings
could become worse
by the scourge he brings
in from the sea.

Symbols and omens down
through the years
offer sinister moments
lined in a queue.

They can exacerbate insidious
hidden fears,
be they imagined or
most fitfully true.

Fly away bird and let me
draw a free breath,
devoid of the terror
you symbolize.

I'm not prepared or ready
for impending death.
Be gone from my
tear welling eyes.

Submitted for the No Frills challenge

By AlwaysMyWords

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