Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –
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BECAUSE I COULD NOT STOP FOR DEATH BY EMILY DICKINSON
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Bride Of Death: Subversion
FantasyThe Gods were all Dead. The Human Civilisation Crumbling Down. There must be a Sacrifice. To Appease that One Immortal who is constant. Death. To Evade Him, To Save Oneself, One must lose their Conscience. Otherwise, a tempest will come, So strong...
