The Angel Of Death

The Angel Of Death

She spoke to me,
Whispering into my ear.
Told me of my future,
And of my death.
She said I was the cause,
Of the balance being out of place.
She said she once fought for good,
Helping god’s children.
Then she had visions of the future,
And the death of everyone.
She saw him killing,
All of god’s children.
Then he came before her,
And asked her to be his angel.
So she became the angel of death,
Sending people to their graves.
Killing them for him,
She told me I would be spared.
If I changed over to the dark,
Helping her doing his biddings.
She said that was my destiny,
She knew inside I didn’t want to die.
I knew I would die if I said no,
And that another would be chosen.

By Fred Smith