Angel Of Death? - Poem by Hana Blackflower
Do not fear me, child, but listen
to the stories of death I have to tell.
Do not fear me, child, but hear me
for I have wings, but they are broken...
Do not fear me, child, but tell me
was it right for me to fall so swiftly?
Do not fear me, child, but say
What the true enemy of man is.
For I believe, child, I know
that Angels are not the bane of Hell, nay;
we are merely God's pawns
to be dealt with as She pleases
and to fall as she decides...
We are not the harbringers of death, nay;
we are merely those who herald it.
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