The Angel Of Death - Poem by Daniel Treese
The black sun sinks into the earth, as the ground begins to crack. Mountains in the distance begin to sink into the earth. Black smoke starts to fill the sky, as black angels rise from below. Above, the clouds begin to part, and the golden gate is opened. the white angels begin to pour down from above. The dark soon meets the light, and the sky turns red. A loud thunder rips through the air As the dark and light angels fall to the ground painting it gray. Soon the darkness is pushed back down below. an amber sun begins to rise, a the crack in the ground closes. The light returns to the sky, and the golden gate closes.
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