She stands there
In all her might
Her wings stretched out
On either side
Emitting an aura
That sends shivers
To my very core
She smiles
Watching me
Fight my way
Through the pain
To find my solace
To find myself
She waits
For the final calamity
For the final blow
For the moment
When my strength
Shall finally fail me
She laughs
As I fail
And fall weak
Behold!
She stands there
The ever victorious
The forever dominant
The Angel of Death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
angel of death. thanks. good write.