I See AngelsA Poem by Brenden BowI enjoy the idea of an angel of death, a representation of death personified in the form of a heavenly messenger. This, well, is kinda a poem expressing that interest, a vague symbolism involving it.The Angel of Death, a cold, yet bonnie lass, As she soared in the looking glass above, she cackled. Shots were fired, and the soldiers took cover. When gods die young, the living won’t bother: The Angel of Death, so full of wrath, Now, it is known that gods die too, © 2012 Brenden Bow |
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1 Review Added on October 25, 2012 Last Updated on October 25, 2012 AuthorBrenden BowTXAboutI've been writing for nine years. It's a solitary art, writing; seclusion works wonders for one's evolution as a writer. I enjoy secluding myself for days, sometimes weeks, with my work. more..Writing
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