He came to me
Was here last night
Held my hand
Swore it would be all right.
With soft spoken words
And deep trust in his eyes
He spoke of a place
Where serenity lies.
Promising to help
Guide the way
Said he'd be back
for a visit today.
I finally spoke up
For I desired it bad
My soul was aching
For this peace he had.
With such a beautiful gift
I asked why to me he came
He replied, ' I am your angel
And Death is my name.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another scary one. Have you been reading Stephen King?