Angel of Death

The Angel of Death is upon me. Him I need to fear. He moves beneath the shadows. Is he friend or is he foe? Most people will never know. His reflection burns my eyes, only Death makes no ties. He has no need to talk amongst you. As my tears drip on this page, I feel my body excessively age. “Alas,” I cry, “It’s time to make hast!” I stare at my taker with such disgrace. Under his cloak, I see no face. “Who are you to judge who will go and who will stay? I am merely a child, fly away! You have no complexion to prove I am the one. Tonight I don’t walk into the sun.” With that he turned, leaving no mark. Not even a name as he vanished in the dark. I shivered and shook, climbing back into bed. Why didn't he take me, I thought in my head.