Angel of Death

Something a little different than my normal

It seems the harbinger of Death
Dons his onyx velvet cloak
Riding across the earthly sky
On a steed of satin black

Death, quietly calling out names
Gathering those mortal souls
Whose human time has ended
Shadowed like a starless night

Long silky Obsidian hair blows
With the crashing of the wind
As sapphire eyes gleam like star dust
Gazing across the horizon

Feathered wings folded on his back
Hidden from people simple sight
As he softly repeats their names
But a hushed whisper upon the clouds

A comforter to the sick and frail
Whose moments tick by with pain
As he leads them peacefully
To Heavens strong shining gates

His arrival seems more frequent
Over the span of a couple weeks
Collecting a few nearer to me
Releasing them from earthly confines

Reviews

[Lorry]

The call that comes to us all, usually at the most inopportune time, that we cant hide from and for some it is the blessing they have been waiting on.
At least the release from earthly confines means being pain free at long last.
I do hope there are puddles to splash in in heaven. It is tge great leveller for everyone to be able to smile and giggle at the splooshes.
Plus, i bet in heaven they have instant drying so you never have to walk around with soggy socks!
Now thats my idea of heav.....what do you mean i'm not on the list? 😝

[Poetic Beauty]

Oh I do hope there are puddles to splash in, lakes to swim and rain to dance in. Those simple childish things bring great happiness and joy

[Betty Hermelee]

A heavenly spirit who cares for those who are sickly and near the shadow of death...he knows those who have passed and softly mentions their names...so caring....he lifts the pain of dying...."but a hushed whisper upon the clouds"...."to heavens strong shining gates".... beautifully written, a well meaningful piece...
Warmly, B

[Poetic Beauty]

Thank you. This is how I personally choose to see the Angel of Death

[Betty Hermelee]

Always a pleasure PB🌷🌷🌷🌷
Warmly, B

[John the Baptist]

A slightly different look at what has been called the Grim Reaper. This harbinger of death is no remorseless killer, but a kindly spirit that releases the suffering from their pain. He's also better dressed and better looking than the Reaper and has no need for that scythe. If I had to interview the two of them, I have no doubts as to which one I would choose.
PS: Do a spell check on the first word of the third line of the second verse. Ditto the first word of the second line of the fifth verse.

[Poetic Beauty]

Thank you I will check the spelling. I post from my phone and it has a mind of its own sometimes. read moreThank you I will check the spelling. I post from my phone and it has a mind of its own sometimes.

I’m glad you liked the was I painted death in this piece

[Poetic Beauty]

I got the typos for xed thanks for the heads up

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Oh death you paint it well in words. Thank you PB for sharing this poem with us. It's funny when I was younger I had a morbid curiosity of Death. Now being much older I hate it. Ironic.

[Poetic Beauty]

I don’t fear death but the pain and misery that can come before it. I’m not ready to be done yet

[Soren]

Jewels of worded image encrust this setting of gold. A fine ring of life and death cycle of nature. Neither good nor bad it releases from pain maybe more. Here painted with metaphor it shines and glistens in the poetic lines. Loved it

[Poetic Beauty]

I am so glad you liked this poem. It is way different than my normal topic but this is what my creative brain craved to be written.

I believe that Death is an Angel that will lead us into heaven. They shall be our guide and comfort on the journey there. Just my thoughts.

[K. Louis]

vivid imagery in this...the personification of death as a dark, mysterious figure with sapphire eyes is compelling. it's also interesting how the poem portrays death as a comforter to those who are suffering.

[Poetic Beauty]

Death for those who are suffering is a release and comfort, I believe. I’m glad you liked the imagery and way I portrayed death.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

"Death, be not proud..." John Donne
Death is destined to die while, after one short sleep, we are destined to wake, eternally immortal. If the truth were known, death is but a part of life inserted between new beginnings. We see that clearly in nature but deny it in ourselves.

[Poetic Beauty]

Many fear death

[Fabian G. Franklin]

It's a purely irrational fear like fearing the sunrise or clouds. It's simply an inevitable part of life.