Treasure Island

Isabella Francis

(18 June 1996 / India)

Angel Of Death


Laying down pained, scarred and half dead, wanting to scream
Calling on to the Angel of Death to free me.

She came dressed in blazing white
Gave me the ability to fight life’s fight.

She had taken pity on me and seen through me into my soul
She killed my weaknesses and revived me whole.

She strangled my disappointments and killed my sorrows
And prepared me to face many unexpected tomorrows.

The negative, weak and half dead me slept totally,
The positive, strong and radiant me was awakened fully.

Now the Angel and I are best of friends
We’ll be with each other till our very end.

Presently my life is preserved just for her,
Till death parts us we’ll be together.

One day, I was broken beyond repair
My love had snatched himself away by means unfair.

That day she took my ultimate and last clue
She, the Angel of Death relieved me and did my ultimate rescue.

The Angel of Death who had become my Angel of Life
Had given me the greatest help and freed me from strife.

Now, free from all bondages we are together
Even death cannot separate us residing in heaven together.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 03, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, January 03, 2012

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