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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that's awesome.... i even never think to write about angel especially angel of death