Posted by Aklove S.T. on August 17, 1999 at 17:57:07:
Angel of…
'Tis thou he who is hated by many.
He is feared because he is different.
Even with his rays of smile, he was hated for miles.
He is brave in many ways,
but many prayed that he is in his grave.
For he is the Angel of the Nights,
he leaves many in fright.
Yet he would hurt no innocent soul.
He was once our kind, but what was his crime?
What has he committed to deserve such fate?
He lived for hundreds of year.
He felt every pain and torture,
but the pain of hate
is more than he could bear.
He was the haunted, and you were the hunters.
To you, you do not know of such pain.
You call yourself as the prey
and he is the hunter
'Tis thou he, the Angel of Death,
scared you with every breath.
There is no fear he is kind.
But in your mind he is nothing but he devil.
Now here I quote:
Is your brain nothing smaller than a pebble?
Though he is the Angel of Death,
doesn't he have a heart of love, tender, and peace?
Is your heart made of stone?
Can't you see he's all alone?