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| Angel Death of Lilies by © chibilunacat People dream of angels, To cary them away- Take them to a place above, When it is their day. People envision a reaper That gathers up the dead, To lead them to another side, A hood covers his head. Death is feared, misunderstood- Death is hungred in sad times, Death is wished on one another- Death takes toll with dimes. Angles are guardians to some; Protect them from the dark, Guide lost little children home- When they wander alone in the park. An angel is a messenger, And yes can be of death. Death is but a single phase As we draw a final breath. Death to me is but an Angel, A lily in his hand, He protects the life of me, While I search this very land. I am not afraid of my death, And Death would not fear me. Life is a big part of death, Death is not afraid to be. The angel of death marks my life, And helped when I had to grieve. He is not a prescense to fear; An angel to guide your leave. This is not a symphony of dark, Or a chorus to the light- I see life and death as interest And dream of both at night. I say not that I wish to die, By gripping an angel of death- Life and death are but a fact Like taking every breath. I see lilys in my dreams And yes that can decieve, Lilys are my favorite flower It means not life will leave. Fear not death and pray for angels, For death's an angel too. Death is but a guardian, his task is sharred; He has not only death for you. Death is a concept of life- The two are hand in hand, I wish to learn to live with both, And I wish to understand. Terra Mae 1/09/2002 |