Angel...

I looked upon a fallen Angel,
And that image I’ll never forget.
It was an Angel of fire and ice,
It was My Angel of Death.

I looked straight in its face,
It was so close I could hear its sighs,
I saw its face close to mine,
Its burning, yet suffering eyes.

I saw this Angel cropping lives
With its bare, pure hands.
It is its way, but that
Nobody understands

And that Angel of ice is Death,
And that Angel, my demise,
And that Angel of fire is Love

And MY Angel is fire and ice.
(Ricardo Silva 2001)