angel of death

It is a night of darkness, a song for the weak
As I kneel, always praying; panting as I speak
beams of moonlight enter, while shadows gather.
Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass, as they shatter
dust dances; forming an image in the air .
all hope devours, I cry out in despair
While oblivion mutes my deafening cries.
now alone, my fervent plea falls upon dead eyes.
night shrouds her deathly form, I can feel her cool breath.
her hand feels like ice, with an everlasting desire for death.
her black hair cascades over pale shoulders,
black wings spread as she hovers.
her crimson lips slightly part.
while I beg for the impassiveness of dark,
as the angel of death pulls my lips to hers.
I fall deep into her deathly curse
my body becomes numb, My soul begins to thrive
forgiveness I pray, as she takes the last drop of life
with weakened breath I ask "Is this my salvation?,
with greedy eyes she smiles, "no, this is your damnation"