Angel of Death
She strikes only when the darkness needs to be prevailing.
She is the chosen one,
The blood of the lion flows through her veins.
His strength beats in her heart,
His spirit resides within her.
Deep within her subconscious
She’s crying out for salvation.
There is no salvation without suffering.
She’s not like the other angels,
She’s unique in her own way.
She has a specific purpose.
They say death draw nears
Your life flashes pass your eyes.
Your job is to take these memories
And store them within your sythe.
Even though you cant determine
The person’s death.
You job is to guide the soul to the next realm.
It’s like hearing the beating of her wings
As she sets her sights on her quest.
Do not be scared because she’s here
To bring the dying to there final destination.
Picnic Poetry Week #3, Free Verse Week!!
8 comments:
nice take on the angel chim.. my entry.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2011/08/30/a-roar-to-mankind/
I like this, Chim. It's a bit dark, but I sense some light sneaking through around the edges.
My entry: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/04/blood-on-the-moon-2/
Wow chilling angel of death but very well done
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/04/haggle-baggily/
"there is no salvation without suffering" - friggin' the cat's meow of a phrase and theological opinion - brilliantly done!
hmmmm the lionness of death, a wild spirit, cool imagery :)
Happy gooseberry day!
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/09/04/as-it-was/
BEAUTIFUL.
:)
Dark, but with light, hopeful undertones...she's a guide to the other realm! Good read.
Rosie
remarkable thoughts -- I like your angel! :)
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