The Angel Of Death Poem by Roisin McNally
The Angel Of Death
He stood before me
The Angel of Death.
Hair as black as the night
Dark wings of a fallen angel
Tall and strong
Skin pale as the moonlight
Marble sculpted face of a God
Deep dark eyes
Terrifyingly beautiful
He puts out his dead hand
“Are you ready? ”
His voice is like silk.
I nod and take his hand
And he kisses me slightly
Finally.
I am at peace.
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