My Angel

You’re always watching, aren’t you?

You’re ever judging, I see.

You look down on the world,

Down your nose at those that gravel at your feet.

You smirk with coy lips molded in your stern face.

Your eyes offer no remorse, no sympathy, no love.

They merely judge.

Your eyes weigh their evil sins.

Your lips never part, because you never need to speak.

Your stature says so much; its scream is completely deafening.



You’re frightening, my dear.

The Angel of Decision;

The Master of Fate;

The Keeper of Heaven;

The Turnkey of Hell.



You appear so innocent, so somber in your garden.

You are so strong, so unnerving in your fate.



I anticipate our meeting;

I fear your judgment.