Feathers strewn to left of me
feathers strewn to right
gazing downwards towards the sea
an Albatross in flight.

Dare to fly where the red ball gleams
to the land of seraphs’ tunes
elevate to a lofty height
grazing a waning moon

A tenant of the sea
but a sovereign of the air
I take to flight as every night
to protect the forlorn sea-faire

I serve to guide as I preside
over the tempest sea
caught within a dire strait
a ketch has spotted me

As a benefactor I dare to serve
this desperate ship below
I guide it east and south
to the land of ice and snow

An altruist I fly
over this Ice and Snow
hark, what is this I see
but the glimmer of a crossbow

Through my pure and loving heart
a cold piece of steel
a bird so innocent and kind
the wrath of the sea he’ll feel

Sailors strewn to left of me
Sailors strewn right
hung around a mariner’s neck
my humble burial site

And so I remain a symbol
around that cursed neck
an emblem of a burden
a bane on the mariner’s deck