Angel of death

by RaNdOmRoB   Nov 20, 2006

When you come near the flowers wilt, the trees burn, and the water freezes.
You come up the masked face of death.
you hold a scythe up with both hands. Pull down fast with no sound.
then you turn without a backward glance.
And and with pride the devil starts to dance.
For you are the angel of death.
You take pride in the work that you do.
Noone knows who you they will never know who.

By RaNdOmRoB


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  • 17 years ago

    by hayley

    Another great one. then how come you wrote about weddings and stuff and you getting married?

  • 17 years ago

    by JaneGirl28

    Kinda confusing work a little more on ryming and focus on the mood and message from the poem. this is a good poem just work on the little thing at it will be better.