Death Angel
Where shadows seep,
An angel stirs from timeless sleep.
The wings of night, in sable hue,
Stretch wide to dim the morning dew.
A whisper winds through Egypt’s breath,
Its cadence, soft, yet sharp with death.
The lamb's blood streaked on lintel’s frame,
A ward against the Angel’s claim.
Silent it moves, an unseen tide,
The eldest fall, the young abide.
A judgment born of heaven's woe,
The cost of hearts too hard to show.
Hollow cries flood the Nile's banks,
Pharaoh’s pride now shattered ranks.
A grief that clings like locusts' swarms,
In grief, a nation’s anguish forms.
And yet, the Angel’s shadow fades,
As dawn breaks light on Passover blades.
The lesson etched on history’s page—
No crown can halt the heavens’ rage.
An angel stirs from timeless sleep.
The wings of night, in sable hue,
Stretch wide to dim the morning dew.
A whisper winds through Egypt’s breath,
Its cadence, soft, yet sharp with death.
The lamb's blood streaked on lintel’s frame,
A ward against the Angel’s claim.
Silent it moves, an unseen tide,
The eldest fall, the young abide.
A judgment born of heaven's woe,
The cost of hearts too hard to show.
Hollow cries flood the Nile's banks,
Pharaoh’s pride now shattered ranks.
A grief that clings like locusts' swarms,
In grief, a nation’s anguish forms.
And yet, the Angel’s shadow fades,
As dawn breaks light on Passover blades.
The lesson etched on history’s page—
No crown can halt the heavens’ rage.
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Background: This poem draws its inspiration from the biblical story of the tenth plague in Egypt, described in the book of Exodus. The Death Angel, often interpreted as the angel of death sent by God, takes the lives of the firstborn in Egypt, sparing only those whose homes are marked with lamb\'s blood. The poem delves into themes of divine judgment, human hubris, and the fragile balance between life and death. Through vivid imagery and a somber tone, it portrays the weight of a nation’s grief and the spiritual implications of divine intervention. The poem ultimately reflects on the costs of pride and the mercy found in obedience.
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