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Angel of Death


Submitted:Jan 29, 2010    Reads: 69    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Death Angel
With wings of midnight hour
And skin of frozen grey
Quietly he stands
Over where the fallen lay
Beating ghostly drums
Through a silent plain
Gathering the men
Whose still hearts wont beat again
Swiftly he moves
Through a moonlit place
Keeping to the shadows
Concealing an icy face
With wings of midnight hour
And skin of frozen grey
Soundlessly he moves
From where the fallen lay




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