The water ripples where my feathers touch, Getting larger as my anger grows, Your face has bored itself into my head, Never wanting to leave. The night sky conceals me, As I approach where you lay, The white that covers your body only, Adds to the mountain of hatred. A glimmer of light comes from the east, No longer helping, A curse I bring to you, The swan's curse, Just as you did to me.
using my monthly prompt for january :: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1221962440
