Dark Angel of Death

In the still of the night, when the world's asleep,
A shadow takes flight, in silence it creeps.
With wings unfurled, in the pale moon's glow,
The dark angel descends, with a whisper low.

The dark angel of death, is coming near,
With a touch so cold, and a presence we fear.
In the quiet of the dusk, in the absence of breath,
We feel the chill, of the dark angel of death.

No footsteps heard, on the cold earth's bed,
But the weight of the end, fills hearts with dread.
A figure robed in mystery, and eyes unseen,
The final visitor, both feared and serene.

A silent prayer, a tear that falls,
As the dark angel's shadow, on the wall crawls.
The cycle of life, in a delicate mesh,
Comes to a close, with the dark angel's caress.

The dark angel of death, on silent wings,
Brings an end to pain, and the sorrow it brings.
In the hush of the night, we face our final test,
Embraced by the wings, of the dark angel of death.

So let us not fear, the inevitable night,
For the dark angel leads, to a new kind of light.
In the passage of time, we're but a wisp of breath,
A moment in the gaze, of the dark angel of death.
