THE COLLECTOR
Hello! My name is Azrael
I wield no sword, I swing no scythe
I bring no death, I take no life
My only purpose, collecting souls, and to them guide
To their rightful place, where they will then reside
I come to do a task, that still
Confronts you all and always will
There is no reason, why I come
No great plan, no rule of thumb
I just appear and do my deed
There is no list, from which I read
No names are called, no judgement made
No restrictions placed, no homage paid
It makes no difference, young or old
Sick or healthy, shy or bold
I dispense no blame or fright
I walk among you, day or night
My sweep is wide, my path is straight
I do not hide, or lay in wait
In the end, I take you all
And over each, I spread my pall
I wear no hood, nor wield a scythe
I guide your end, to your new life
I from your body, take your soul
But, I do not, your sins annul
Some with ease, take this extraction
While others have, a pained reaction
I assist you only, to a certain place
That good or bad, you then must face
My work is done, once you are there
It’s not for me, to judge or care
I follow the course, in life you laid
That now in death, your journey’s made
BOEMS BY JA 289
Written in hospital 2014
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
THE COLLECTOR
Hello! My name is Azrael
I wield no sword, I swing no scythe
I bring no death, I take no life
My only purpose, collecting souls, and to them guide
To their rightful place, where they will then reside
I come to do a task, that still
Confronts you all and always will
There is no reason, why I come
No great plan, no rule of thumb
I just appear and do my deed
There is no list, from which I read
No names are called, no judgement made
No restrictions placed, no homage paid
It makes no difference, young or old
Sick or healthy, shy or bold
I dispense no blame or fright
I walk among you, day or night
My sweep is wide, my path is straight
I do not hide, or lay in wait
In the end, I take you all
And over each, I spread my pall
I wear no hood, nor wield a scythe
I guide your end, to your new life
I from your body, take your soul
But, I do not, your sins annul
Some with ease, take this extraction
While others have, a pained reaction
I assist you only, to a certain place
That good or bad, you then must face
My work is done, once you are there
It’s not for me, to judge or care
I follow the course, in life you laid
That now in death, your journey’s made
BOEMS BY JA 289
Written in hospital 2014
