The Angel Of Death Poem by Aram Stefanian

The Angel Of Death



Not always creepy, he's bad news,
Some mistake him for a friend in need,
Knowing exactly whom he has to choose
And into his eerie kingdom lead.
Disguised as your late kinsman or a buddy,
He makes your departure less painful.
Not giving a hoot if you're not ready,
Though pretending to be touchy and tearful.
Visible just to the eye of his prey,
The angel blows a fuse if someone else spots him.
His hunt is fast, and the witness is blown away.
Together, they will form a combat team.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nader Baheri 08 February 2013

looking at death on the other point of view.he can be the angel of all of us. bravo~nb

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Aram Stefanian 24 October 2017

Thank you very much!

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Gajanan Mishra 06 February 2013

Visible just to the eyes. I like it.

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Aram Stefanian 24 October 2017

Thank you!

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