The Angel of Death

I lay there suddering, my body in a heap
I don't know why but I really wanted to sleep
Something appeared before me and kicked me in my shin
His was was so sinister, he looked like a sin

He eyes were like black holes, seeking to devour
The fear growing inside me past every waking hour
I cried out loud hoping someone would hear
The demon just chuckled and said "You are as good as dead my dear."

Then his hair turned white as bright as the moon
The face of an angel making me swoon
His wings turned light with a feathery flow
His aura was nice making him glow

I thought this new angel would find a way to save me
But he just stared and looked at me blankly
I didn't say anything, I found I couldn't speak
Silence except for the water from a leak

Suddenly he turned back to the demon from before
Grinning wilding he slowly dragged his scythe across the floor
I then realized this was nothing but a ploy
I was nothing to him, only his fun and toy

He raised the dreadful weapon and slashed me to bits
All my guts spilling my body spazzing in fits
I heaved a big sigh, my last shuddering breath
I was just killed by the angel of death