The Angel I Fear
Misery, the angel of tragedy, knocks on my door.
I open the door, not knowing what awaited me.
I gaze at the angel, so pitiful and dreary.
She lifts her head, her eyes locking with mine.
She walks in, wearing such a forlorn face.
I walk back, for fear of her intent.
She keeps coming, her hand extended to me.
Until at last I am caught by the wall.
She starts to grin, her skin withering away.
She speaks with a voice that enthralls the gods.
"Come with me, for your world has ended by the rain of tears."