DEATH

Death Reaper

I have seen the face of death,
Death has held me in his arms as an infant.
Death has taken people from me,
I feel as though death mocks me sometimes.
He dosent, he mearly is there to remind us to treasure lifes precious moments.
Death does not laugh at us as we weep.
Death is an angel who is not pleased about his job,
death has a few names depending on what we listen to, undertacker, thief, evil, although he is none of those things, he cries over us as we leave the doors he opens.
He is our friend, he saves people when they hurt.
Even as they fight him so that they can suffer just a moment longer to hold onto life, he is not pleased to rip us away so suddenly.
He hurts as we do, before he was once something beautiful.
Just as lucifer was once an Angel,
Yet he is still one of the most beautiful creatures known on earth.
Death is an Angel that must come close to us and when he embraces us we curse him for his job, curse him upon others, try to shun him, or simply try to outrun him.
Every once in a while we thank him for stopping someones pain.
But no one appreciates his work.
I cannot say I appreciate it but I am grateful when I know this is not in spite but out of love that most are taken from us.
My grandma tells me death is a friend to us.
He is a friend that terrifies me when he graces our presence but I am not afraid of him, mearly his job.
I fear a lot but I will not fear my friend.

Today I shall gaze upon that soft embrace upon another face it will be hard but... thank you my shadowed angel.