Azrael

I am the dust of desert dunes and the chilly wind of death

I am the waves on the oceans of blood, and the knives and swords to shred

the just

I am the time, the withering and the withered, as well as the thorns,

burning and sharp

I am the rain of lust that wets the chaste, and the torch that ends your

life

I am the one whose name still the hearts and the silence their breaths

I am the one who speaks your name, weakens your fall into my cold arms

Just waiting for that kiss of my scythe

"Both fool and the wise,

one thing is certain - that life flies

one thing is certain and the rest flies

the flower that once has blown forever dies"

I stand above you whispering low

you know not what into your ear

of my strange language you all know

as there is not a word of fear

Azrael