Do you like this poem, I've written?

Dreams Young one,fly into the sky: As a pure white owl blending into the snowy skies, You sat in your nest for years, And lived the dreamers curse - By dwelling on your desires, Which has killed many men. The courageous warrior has fought them all, He spilt no blood in vain! But his wandering mind perished him, As he clung onto his deepest wants, Knowing he would never act upon them. So fly away on this winter morning, Leaving old regret to find new, Finding things you have never seen. I refuse to clip your wings, I refuse to honour your protection For now you are being a coward. The dangers of life - you can face Home is in a new place, The rest from the cold will be bliss. Aaron