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Death Angel at his kill

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 death at his kill

My heart skipped with the fright
Blinked my eyes to better see
Glanced back with all my might
Parted he my company
My chest was quickly pounding still
The angel of death 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 death at his kill

Many years since that night
Gazed I on that brazen be
Memories of still incite
Fears of my slavery
Existence of him makes me ill
The angel of death at his kill