Carried on the wings 
of a silver albatross
rest feathers of fate
 
Fit for our burden
to lift heavy hearts of grief 
between clouds above
 
Yet the curse hung firm
around the neck with star-crossed
wings of grave splendor
 
It was a breeze on
the wing, which blew out the flame
with one final breath

Double exposure with FujiFilm XPro2
For Colin