I watched intently, choking losing my breath,
Why is there a Angel here? Why is it the Angel of death?
A menacing figure, scary at sight,
Clothed in a robe, and wings as dark as night.

I laid there petrified, not knowing his intent.
I laid frozen in time, wondering why he was sent.

Pure beauty he was, a woman's easy trap
Opening his wings he began to move, closing that small little gap.
Gliding my way, I felt his power.
He could crush my life; my soul he could devour.

His eyes showed something, that was not expected.
A sorta sadness, for his souls, he had not selected.
I felt my emotions change, as he stood beside my bed,
I was no longer frightened; even with his eyes, burning the brightest red.

He began to speak, and his voice was majestic and had a vast beauty,
I felt his sorrow as  he described his purpose, as he described his duty.
The "Angel of death"a name given, because of his task,
For every soul he had to carry; no answers, cause nothing could he ask.

His presence, His power, His demeanor fierce.
His eyes looking over me, everything in me he could pierce.
Finding the courage I asked "why are you here?"
My heart went out as he said,"even I can shed a tear."

He continued and said, "I will show myself to those who seek me out."
"All your depression, anger, sadness..Jesse I know what your all about."
Are you here to take me? I asked him with no fear.
And before I knew it, I was wiping away his one silver tear.

His smile grew and his beauty got mighty intense,
Thank you he said, for I must go forth hence.
I'll see you again, for I knew it was true,
and he said "when that time comes, do not fear, for I will carry you through."

He pulled up his hood and and then looked down and took a seat.
The Angel Of Death said, "be wise for so many are full of evil, full of deceit."
Up he stood and his wings opened wide,
Then in his majestic voice he said "never fear me, nor fear the other side."