Inspired by the oil on canvas 'The Angel of Death' by Carlos Schwabe.
don't cast upon me with those eyes.
For as one blinks another dies,
Death masquerades the devils prize.
You stand above my grave to sing
and take me 'neath your blackened wing.
and hold my souls light flickering
with pain and cold and suffering.
You point the way as if you know
the path my spirit has to go.
But is this truly love you show,
dark angel standing in the snow.
Untill once more, that tolling bell
Compels my essence close to hell.
these lovelorn stories I will tell
of my beautiful Azriel.
Poetry by stevelee
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Written on 2006-11-30 at 22:19
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Black Angel
Dear Azriel your beauty lies,don't cast upon me with those eyes.
For as one blinks another dies,
Death masquerades the devils prize.
You stand above my grave to sing
and take me 'neath your blackened wing.
and hold my souls light flickering
with pain and cold and suffering.
You point the way as if you know
the path my spirit has to go.
But is this truly love you show,
dark angel standing in the snow.
Untill once more, that tolling bell
Compels my essence close to hell.
these lovelorn stories I will tell
of my beautiful Azriel.
Poetry by stevelee
Read 436 times
Written on 2006-11-30 at 22:19
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