The Guardian and the Angel

Standing watch, guardian of the night Powerless, no control His angel, slipping from this world Summoned to a higher realm With lack of a peaceful departure Restless is he For he must yield his power To the carrier of the night Whom blissfully makes his journey To collect his list of souls There is no harsher moment When the angel lays his head to rest For the final time, in agony Soon to be relieved Renewed in freshness The clock strikes it's deathly toll The guardian ends his final shift With a deep goodbye, in simple form A gentle kiss upon the head Of the dying angel The body to be pronounced deceased The soul to live on forever For now it is the guardians turn to live While the angel watches over him Waiting to meet again