"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 better see,
Glanced back with all my might,
Parted he my company,
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 brazen be,
Memories of still incite,
Fears of my slavery,
Existence of him makes me ill,
The angel of death at his kill".
- Anonymous
