The Death Angel

The Death Angel

A black life gathers into a latent mist
Seeming to have a particular interest
Hanging over the sorry eulogist
Plucking gingerly at the strings of sorrow! Insist!

One snip in the invisible string
That fastens you to life and the breathing
At a predetermined time the bells were set to ring
And you, to feel deaths vitriolic sting

A full stop, mid sentence, you’ll find
Graven rashly on the impressionable mind
And wheels of life over a corpse grind
To a halt of a very final kind

A star from the sky silently fell
And rent the night like a fire in a dell
But he welcomes this night when the world looks less empty and pale
Not a tear he sheds as away he sails

Falling through a million webs called time
Sinking into a tomb so darkly sublime
Weeping to words you never thought could rhyme
The fading bells peel their last mourning chime

Sit in silence, oh, morbid angel of death
Chose this once not to take life in haste
Let your lavish longing for death be abased
For there are some memories even you can’t erase

Wave your wand in your skeleton hand
Dance through the sun bleached bones of men
Cackle hard and count to ten
And place his body in your secret den

Write his name in your book of death
Fill the pages so you can rest
Breathe the air of every last breath
That one day you may die; what a comforting behest

At the door of your human abattoir, you sing far and wide
A baritone madrigal, that seems never to subside
He’ll lead you to pools of tears sincerely cried
And hollows where spirits from hell desperately hide

A tired gray moon wanes
A haggard white crescent fades
A last breath finally drained
Into your insatiable belly; your hunger reigns

A moan of one falling out of life pierces the night
Screaming out over nothingness with all its might
No one can catch him in this final flight
A teardrop of light, a darkness of sight

A life swallowed up in deaths black hole
Like drops of blood off a sealed scroll
A freeing or a binding of an abandon soul
Where’s the wonder in the escalating death toll

Does tranquility and rest inhabit his grave?
Beneath the soil is his soul enslaved?
And penance for unborn sins being paid?
In your flowery tomb, is he being tortured and maimed?

Screams waking the world and even the shoddy
Like a knife through a cold, dead body
Killing the silence in this morbid hobby
Reminding one of all things naughty

And in all this you prance about, like a child in the wood
Grinning under your seemingly endless hood
Dancing where the living once stood
Taking life from the bad and the good

Turning heads and waking children in their beds
To see purgatory littered with corpses red
And angels and demons claim their dead
Placing the tears of those left behind in their stead