So Called Angel Poem by Victor Cruickshank

So Called Angel



The visitor we all hate to receive,
An angel he claims to be,
This angel is loved by none,
For even the bravest of men fear him,
He comes to take what he didn't give,
And leaves everybody mourning in vain,
At least we know who he truly is,
His name we cannot mention,
The time he chooses himself,
To come by day or come at night,
The angel whom we fear, at least we can call him,
The Angel of Death.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: angel
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
June Junkey Keysha 20 August 2014

that's awesome.... i even never think to write about angel especially angel of death

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