Azrael drinks from the rivers
and she eats from the shores
that when it snows she shivers
and when she's tired she snores
Azrael cries for the living
and sings to the dead at night
she is utterly unforgiving
and her rage is a terrible sight
Azrael makes what's plain dynamic
where once was only death
she makes the stillness quick
and gives the lifeless breath
Azrael bears the departed
on wings as wide as sky
as the life she'd once imparted
she'd also doomed to die
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