Lonely

The night was dark and the gale was slow, The moon lit stark with the stars bright glow, There in the mist of my illusion, Memories struggled for a solution, Glanced around for a conclusion, To avoid my internal confusion, Walking and limping lonely in a silent street, No sign of a different breath to greet, Gazing and turning with a withered face, Hoping for a being to appear in case, As my eyes stared in the corner they saw, My thoughts visualized a picture to draw, A creature it met, willing to come out, Hidden in dark, was it or a doubt, It gave a gradual reveal when appeared in light, Astonished me there when came in sight, I paused in shiver with hesitation of breath, There, when I met ........ the angel of death.