Angel of Death

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By Brooke

In darkness of the night I spied him in a tree Sat I froze by the sight He was looking at me The summer's heat became a chill The angel of death at his kill My heart skipped with the fright Blinked my eyes to better see Glanced back with all my might Parted he my company My chest was quickly pounding still The angel of death at his kill I did rise and take flight The fear made me to flee From darkness into light To free captivity Unbinding my soul from his will The angel of death at his kill Many years since that night Gazed I on that brazon be Memories of still incite Fears of my slavery Existence of him makes me ill The angel of death at his kill

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July 13, 2011 04:33Natural_beauty_Ashe

amazing