Upon The White Owl Of Cessation Poem by Curtis Mosby

The white death found me unforgotten in a place that is rotten.
I want no more of this life after that night.
He saw my pain in the middle of nowhere I became someone
different.
On my destiny as I walk with my end.
Die shall I before the sun come thier will be peace
in thy heart.
That gaze into the eye's of a beautiful death.
Burn my desire to fly with the moments that are left.
I soar amongst the clouds with my head in the sky.
Along with the white shadow I rise.
Beyond all crie's the world has to offer.
I recieve it like a gift as it lift the burden of life
off my shoulder's.
I am getting colder but peaceful within my soul.
Life was never my creation.
I saw the freedom of salvation.
Upon the white owl of cessation.