#ForeverSonnets

Though feared, your passing is not yours to claim;

You wield no free and sovereign power's might.

When your near presence sighs out your name,

Each living being trembles with affright.

A servant you remain, to Him enthroned,

Whose endless might governs every hour;

The heavens, waters, storms, all stand alone,

Until His great consent unlocks their power.

You, like myself, are held by mortal fate;

No life you snatch until its fixed decree,

When that precise appointed time awaits,

You do not linger, but the souls you free.

So swift your task, assigned with certain hand,

O Angel, reaping souls across the land.

-----Affaq