Death, Thou Art My Angel

My angel whispers through the night,

My angel travels out of sight,

My angel goes where I cannot,

My angel releases soul strung taunt.

My angel wears no black,

My angel wears nothing slack,

My angel is not a bodied man,

My angel is something most do not understand.

My angel is the warmth and love of those I love,

My angel is the gentle and fluffy wings of a dove.

My angel needs no true form to take my soul,

My angel has my trust in whole.

My angel embraces me in his light,

My angel has no need to give others fright,

My angel takes me beyond my body,

My angel protects the things that I embody.

My angel takes the form it needs,

My angel takes these souls like brand new seeds,

My angel plants our souls in our desired afterlife,

My angel is gentle, like a loving wife.

My angel is as strong as any man,

My angel always, always has a plan,

My angel protects, nurtures and holds,

My angel properly adominshes and scolds.

My angel is death, the force we fear,

My angel is death, the one who causes a tear,

My angel is death, the one to help us ascend,

My angel is death, the one who greets us at what we think is the end.