A Performing Dance.

An angel of death A performing artist of dance The dance of death. Every nook and corner of world Platform not required Orchestra is limited Anywhere the angel goes Its performances, in strong missions Goes away with trophies The soul it carries Some where in the universe Angel's palace situates The shining stars decorated Glittering moon lights up Milky ways are in its way Comets are there well planned Arrives to see us In intervals of time The dance of the angel Fearful drum beats we hear Shut the doors and windows Still it will enter. The world is its play ground Mercy is its hated word. The dancer of death, The angel bound to act.