In darkness of the night
I spied him in a tree
Sat I froze by the sight
He was looking at me
The summer’s heat became a chill
The angel of death at his kill
My heart skipped with the fright
Blinked my eyes to bet’r see
Glanced back with all my might
Parted he my comp’ny
My chest was quickly pounding still
The angel of death at his kill
I did rise and take flight
The fear made me to flee
From darkness into light
To free captivity
Unbinding my soul from his will
The angel of death at his kill
Many years since that night
Gazed I on that braz’n be
Mem’ries of still incite
Fears of my slavery
Existence of him makes me ill
The angel of death at his kill
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I like this. Though I always thought of him as mean but kind still…love this poem
I love it too
sometimes the bad thing has a little light of good