Azrael

I am the dust of desert dunes and the chilly wind of death
 I am the waves on the oceans of blood, and the knives and swords to shred the just
 I am the time, the withering and the withered, as well as the thorns, burning and sharp
 I am the rain of lust that wets the chaste, and the torch that ends your life
 I am the one whose name still the hearts and the silence their breaths
 I am the one who speaks your name, weakens your fall into my cold arms
 Just waiting for that kiss of my scythe

 "Both fool and the wise,
 One thing is certain - that life flies
 One thing is certain and the rest flies
 The flower that once has blown forever dies"

 I stand above you whispering low
 You know not what into your ear
 Of my strange language you all know
 As there is not a word of fear

 Azrael