Beacon

Born unto a world unfair
Robbed of Heaven's care
A Writer loses all he one knew
His plans led askew

His beauty, fallen before eternity
Resting in Death's serenity
Man without his heart
From his life, He will depart

The Writer tells the tale
How life was so frail
But no matter how his life swirled
There was a beacon, Light at the end of world

This is very well written the only thing I would change
Is the third line in the first quatrain
"A Writer loses all he one knew"
A Writer loses all he once knew?

beautiful poem