Certainty Poem by Chris Noir

Look in the eye, the vastness, the space,
Touch the oblivion ov what will become,
And fly with the stars that left no trace,
While dust ov the ages carves us undone.

Pray in the presence ov darkness, the void,
Pray for punishment and guidance through air,
Receive the gift you can't destroy,
That cant be burn'd by mere despair.

And what gift is worth eternity?
What blessing weighs equal to soul?
What is it, what can it be?
Can it be anything, any thing at all?

Simple reply to that I give thee,
Simple voice for simple words.
It's certainty, a gift from me,
That strangles the song unheard.

The greatest gift to top all gifts,
As certain is the sun will rise,
More than that, death certain is,
More so than we realize.