The Angel of DeathA Poem by Innocence WastedI have no description.Descending from the stygian void of the Heaven Her presence accompanied by the melancholic notes of nightly music The Angel of Death, her luminous face illuminated by twinkling stars Her silvery voice softly calling your name The Angel of Death Bringing relief to those who have suffered Bringing mercy to those who have been tortured too long Carrying the life-traveler’s weary body to the sanctuary of the sky The Angel of Death The harbinger of charity The ender of agony The light at the end of the dark tunnel of life © 2010 Innocence Wasted |
StatsAuthorInnocence WastedAKAboutHey, there's not much to me that I want to share. We'll just say my name is Ophelia (I love that character). I live here in East Jesus Nowhere. Unfortuneatly, there isn't much to do where I'm stuck.. more..Writing
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