#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