Angel of Death

The time of transfiguration will come,
The end of the worldly path,
Prehumed flour approximating
I hear in my aching chest,
And the angel will fall to the head,
Cross tricrates autumn,
With inexplicable love
And a sad look at me;
He will lower his eyes and slightly distinctly,
Sadly says: "It's decided!
Under the sun, life is not without swing,
Through the hour you are - the world is not a link.
Pray! "- and I will pray,
And I will cry bitterly,
And he will tear with me
He, compassion is not melting.
I will be taught to teach sounds
Available to the Lord of Prayer,
And the heart, devoted to torture,
In their bosoms, they will repeat in silence.
Assign a death minute
He, bowing his head sadly,
And timidly ask, I will:
Will the Lord forgive me there?
Suddenly, the cold on the veins will become stagnant,
He will say in a whisper: "Now!"
The holy mystery will come to pass,
The neighbors will exclaim: "It's gone!"
Suddenly ... he will close his eyes with entreaty,
A tear will light an empty chest
And in eternal light or to eternal night
The soul will be guided by a secret path ...

Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.