The Angel Has a Story

As I approached the “angelic” figure, my limbs tensed, for as I got closer to her more horrid details that I had failed to see from afar became apparent. I topped in my tracks. I would do my questioning a few feet of way so I could maintain my cockiness.
“May I enter?” I interrogated.
Her decaying hands tightened on the large key that was in her hand as I sad these words. Her icy stare did not burn me as they scanned by being, and I silently sighed out relief. As her lips opened, I was scared that I would be eradicated on the spot even though I am sure that it was not possible for this act to happen on that occasion. Finally, a melodic voice escaped from her lips. This caught me by surprise.
She said,
“You shall enter this kingdom
If you are worthy, and do not sin
But I see that thou hast not been
For thou has doubted me”