Angel of Night

I travel on wings of night,
Through the shadows, hidden from light.
I come to all, slaves and kings,
I am the end of all things.
For I take the worst, I take the best,
To the grave, their place of rest.
But I long for my own release,
Am I not allowed such peace?
I see them all, the wicked and the kind,
All deserving that which they find.
Some find glory, most torment,
Defined by actions, for which I am ment.
For those who suffer, I ease their pain,
But countless innocence I have slain.
For I am the Angel of Death, Ender of Life,
Reaper of Souls, Bringer of Strife.
I serve the above, as well as below,
To me, what end shall they show?
And when nothing is left to die,
Does it mean my end is nye?
In the end we hope to bathe in the light,
But what awaits me, the Angel of Night.