Azrael

I am the dust of desert dunes and the chilly wind of death

I am the waves on the oceans of blood, and the knives and swords to shred the just

I am the time, the withering and the withered, as well as the thorns, burning and sharp

I am the rain of lust that wets the chaste, and the torch that ends your life

I am the one whose name still the hearts and the silence their breaths