Ascension of albatross


Diabolic grimace from angry vortices
in the waters,

I rise above the waves and the human figures

as albatross.

The crews’ eyes on me,

like they wish they too fly

to save their lives but I flap to rise and flee

from Death with force.

Above the clouds

I soar into the safety

by the sun’s skies,

the poor humans’ sight melts my heart with pity,

they lose their lives

as I look downwards, I could not help but leave

them to Doom’s jaws,

so I rise in flight facing the sun alive,

grand in its place.