Poem_Jose

In darkness of the night
I spied him in a tree
Sat I froze by the
sight
He was looking at me
The summer's heat became a chill
The angel
of death at his kill
My heart skipped with the fright
Blinked my eyes
to bet'r see
Glanced back with all my might
Parted he my comp'ny
My
chest was quickly pounding still
The angel of death at his kill
I did
rise and take flight
The fear made me to flee
From darkness into
light
To free captivity
Unbinding my soul from his will
The angel of
death at his kill

Many years since that night
Gazed I on that braz'n
be
Mem'ries of still incite
Fears of my slavery
Existence of him makes
me ill
The angel of death at his kill

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