Azrael is searching,
searching for the time
to awaken her new being
at the sounding of the chime
time is quickly fading
fading for her prime
her realization is waiting
for her true mime
Abaddon is waiting
waiting for that time
patience is thinning
he is awakening his mime
this one will waken
the other if her time is true.
"Before it is to late" is Abaddon's cry
A step must be taken before the final blow
a warning, a calling
repentance must be 'nigh
calling all who would be faithful
begging those who would listen
to heed the final call
time is swiftly ending
before many wish it to.
A year and it will be begin
the beginning if the end
with Azrael and Abaddon
leading at the head.
*Authors note: Again after further thought Abaddon is actually Anpalidor.
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A Collection of Poems
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