Angel

I appear only when the moon reaches its peak high in the sky

wings of black

scythe of white

What am i?

some angel to free us 

or angel to watch over us 

But no 

Neither is my job

I am a reaper of tainted souls

i give hope to the hopeless

bring love to the unloved

Bring justice as my wrath

Few things bring about my wrath of death

what you may ask

helps young and old 

being treated as i once did 

animals and humans alike

i give to those who need it by taking away from those who don't

so people at the highest point of the moon you will see

the one who brings hope

brings love

brings justice

and ask what am i

I am a reaper 

I am 

Angel

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