The Angel and Death
by
Nike

She stood up bravely and unafraid.
Face to face with Death, she spoke
while he lay pale in a deathbed
"Take me instead," the angel began to cry.
"My life for his life, for I don't want him to die.
He'll live long, be happy and free."
Death sighed, reaching out a bony hand.
"If I take your life, then you'll forever be banished in my land.
No longer will you see him again."
The angel kissed him goodbye, thinking not of the pain.
"It doesn't matter. I loved him, you see.
I will still live, if he remembers me...."