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Angel of Death

What is in mine sight that glares my eyes into tears of awe and joy?
A light from the distance is visible but why is there dark around?
The energy straight forward fills the body with a warmth of love and physical heat.
Why do I feel the cold all round me but the warmth like an arrow shot through me?
A color of beauty surrounded by the beasts of the earth and air.
Not the beasts of humanity but the beast of false herds.
The servant of the light or is it the servant of the dark?
Who is the ferryman taking me across the River of Styx?
Simply the angel of death is in service to the light by working off its debt through the void of passage into the darkness.
The final angel we see when we are living and cross into the realm of the dead.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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