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 deth at his kill


My heart skipped with the fright
Blinked my eyes to bet'r see
Glanced back with all my might
Parted he my comp'ny
My chest was quickly pounding still
The angel of deth 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 darkness at his kill


Many years since that night
Gazed I on that braz'n be
Mem'ries of still in sight
Fears of my slavery
Existence of him makes me ill
The angel of death at his kill


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Thankyou for veiwing my poem. shall I continue?
I wrote this out of my depression long ago.
It reminds me on how I've lived
through all the depression, pain.
If you are dealing with deep
depresion, first off; its a sickness
not a feeling.
I will write a blog about dealing with depression.

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