A sonnet for the Archangel Azrael

Is it time to sleep for the night 
Which I see full of ghosts and moth
That shall I scream for the light 
O God of mercy this wrath 
These tears at the entrance of night 
Forbidding peace upon thy bed thorned 
Thou shalt be dressed in white 
Before thy eyes in gold adorned 
Strings upon thy bows light 
Play these dreams for time 
Into the deep dark dark night 
Lovers and sleepers shall entwine 
For sleep is the Archangel Azrael
That bestows peace upon Israel