Tim Vallie

Rookie - 3 Points (12/13/1990 / Duluth Minnesota)

Archangel Of Death - Poem by Tim Vallie

Over fields of War soars the Raven, on wings of Death he flies
He sees the clash of bone and sword, hears the dying cries
Flies above the bloodied earth, his wings black out the sun
Come to collect the honored dead, each and every one
Angel of Death, Azrael, the Bloody Reaper Grim
Raven of Death, Herder of Souls, the Black Winged Seraphim
His face shrouded in shadow, in his hands a blackened sword
The Angel in Black, Collector of Souls, darkest servant of the Lord
The Raven soars the skies of earth, to collect men's final breath
Azrael, the Reaper Grim, Archangel of Death.

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Gleb Zavlanov (8/22/2013 4:34:00 PM)

    A very dark and interesting poem. I loved it. Keep up the amazing work. Also, I invite you to read and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, June 4, 2012


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