The Angel Of Death
12 January, 2004
Author: Josh
Alone he stands
The Angel of Death
Once a mighty hero
Now a tool of fate
Once a holy teacher
Now a leech, feeding on fear
The fear struck into mortals
The fear of his very name
The fear of his presence, his taint
The taint of blood, of death
The taint of absolute, unstoppable power
But is it the fear of death that scares mortals?
Or is it the fear of fate?
The fear of suffering the same fate as this poor soul
The Angel of Death
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Leah06 (206.110.20.2) -- Tuesday, January 13 2004, 04:36 pm this was a really good poem. i enjoyed it alot, and i look forward to reading more from you soon. |
| Josh (207.69.90.7) -- Wednesday, January 14 2004, 05:54 am Thank you Leah, you write very nice poems yourself :) |
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