Refrigerator Poetry

Before it disappears, I have imprudently decided to preserve some of the poetry I wrote with refrigerator magnets. The title was unfortunately not included with the other magnets. I wonder why.

Azrael

The angel of death,

Like winter,

Appears by you dreaming,

Black flood,

White mount,

And a purple knife drawn,

Then like an egg,

It's smooth skin sweet parting

A moment of silence,

And then summer song.

(I made one slight change from the original text. If the work were of the slightest importance I would be condemned to that level of Inferno reserved for impudent scribes. As it is, I hope to get by with a few years Purgatory).