Hope In Death Poem by Achilles Mauko

Nothing stands between where I,
Lie,
And I,
As with vapour in the sky,
This breath that I,
Hold so high,
Will soon speak bye,
Like Seasoned rivers my,
Veins runs dry,
Time,
Pass by,
And my,
Waste life,
Flash through my,
Eyes,
My,
End draws nigh,
But like,
William Bligh,
Tied,
Drowned and left to die,
By,
Mutinous spy,
Still had to survive,
Never did he comply,
Even to the raving tide,
Like him I,
See no time,
To bow and cry,
I,
Will not just try,
I,
Shall have,
To fly,
Above,
The sky,
With gods, eagles and angels flight.