Azrael: The Dark Angel
He is the shadow of light
But not the darkness of night
He is the messenger
But of no tidings to hear
He is a guide of many names
But is either to hell’s or to heaven’s
He is invoke and praise
But of deadly charm and curse
He is known across no boundaries
But feared even among the sages
He is a creature with wings and halo
But of a contrasts of who
He is the angel of death
But to eternal abyss is not his birth
He is then, and will always be
But though unwanted, he’ll come surely
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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