Azrael

"Whom God Helps On Their Way"
Words tattooed across the face,
In ruins of white on pale shaded skin
Of the one as old as planet earth.

Looking down with lunar eyes,
For they have seen all tragedies.
Bright white hair flows down the shoulders,
Of the one with a hood to cover his head.

Dressed in robes as dark as space,
Worn in silence from head to toe.
Black and gold scythe held in the hands,
Of the one who searches night and day.

Hovered once above a land,
To carry out the tenth plague of Egypt.
Wings spread out across the night sky,
Of the one who was sent to collect the first born.

An apple from the tree of life,
For those who lived a faithful life.
Life carried safely on the wings,
Of the one who brings sleep to those in pain.

For those who lived a sinful life,
Will have their souls ripped from their hearts.
Spirits soon to be judged taken by the hand,
Of the one who helps them cross both worlds.

Taking the dead to another place,
So there they await their final judgment.
The one task of separating body from soul,
Of the one who help the ones who died.

Given this task by the Creator,
At the time of earth's creation.
A task to bring the souls to God,
Of the one who stands between heaven and earth.

Writing the name of one at birth,
Erasing it at time of death.
Lives and deaths kept in the book,
Of the one who will be the last to die.

Feared by all on the mortal plane,
Including those who call him brother.
"Whom God Helps On Their Way"
Azrael, The Angel of Death.

Reviews

[The Mad Prophet]

Very well done, death is not an enemy, but something to release from your prison when your term has served. Very well expressed.