Parable: The Angel Of Death

Pattern mosaics painted, Persian rug laid out,
Inhaling a cloud of hookah lies in the blessed Palace of the Sultan
Nothing monarch's does not care all he will order will be:
Recently his enemy killed, another executed, and the third killed.
Suddenly the hall is the guest it is low and holds the cane.
Asked the Sultan :
- Who are you? Why did you disturb my peace.
Said the guest:
Humble your heat I'm the angel of death Azrael
And flew away with the Sultan guest leaving the castle his cane.