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An Ode to the Angel of Death

What manner of an angel be my love, who standeth here? Such beauty did I never see in any Earthly year. What mighty magic has she cast to make me love her so, that if I should for aeons last, still with her I shall go? What wonders lay beneath her breast and weigh my heart like stones? These eyes of mine did never rest on any sweeter bones. What better end have I to meet than ‘fore my Lady break me to lift me in her embrace sweet and to her darkness take me?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 11/17/2019 10:43:00 PM
Poetry at its finest; a fave;-)
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Date: 5/19/2010 6:23:00 PM
Jessica, thank you so very much! It's reading responses like these that make me feel it was really worth writing these poems!
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Date: 5/19/2010 5:10:00 PM
i love this poem, your a truly good writer
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Date: 5/12/2010 5:19:00 AM
Thank you all for your lovely comments. What a wonderful reception! Extra special thanks to Amy Green for the fandom - I'm flattered :)
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Date: 5/12/2010 4:10:00 AM
Welcome to poetry soup, and good morning to you!! Hope you find much inspiration here. keep sharing your writings with us!! :)
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Date: 5/11/2010 10:43:00 PM
Another one going into my favorites.
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Date: 5/11/2010 10:42:00 PM
Robert, welcome to Poetry Soup. I am already a fan. This is a great poem. So smooth, I love the classical theme.
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Date: 5/11/2010 10:28:00 PM
Thanks. I know this is going to sound silly, but I've absolutely no idea what the Angel of Death does... haha. This was just a bit of vaguely macabre romanticism on my part.
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