• As I lay on the cold ground
    I watched the snow falling gracefully
    From the sky to the ground
    At the same time I watched my red blood flowing through the white snow
    As I looked up I see a dark figure standing in front if me
    The dark figure kneeled down and held out it's hand
    The said "come and get up"
    I realizied this voice, he one of my best friend who died more than a year ago
    I grabbed his hand and found the strength to get up, then
    I realizied something
    My feet were not touching the ground I turn around only to see if I was dead
    When I turned I see my lifeless body lying there
    When I turned back my friend said "You are dead. Only to fill your purpose is to do something. The one I chose for you is this" He snaped his fingers
    I found myself in a black gown. I looked up and I see myself in a mirror I have black wings and a black halo over my head
    He spoke again saying"You are now the black angel. The messenger of death. Only dying people can see you. They fear you. Good bye."
    He started to walk away I tried to yell stop but I couldn't speak
    Then he disappeared
    As I started walking The words "black angel" and "messenger of death" echos in my head
    Then I understand I am who I am now
    As I started to fly I understand more and more
    Only dying people see me, they fear me
    I am the messenger of death
    I am the black angel