"emily dickinson.
she sat in her room, all alone, as the candle burned away.
she wrote words that no one would know of until she passed away.
she only wished for happiness in the melancholiness.
she was in love with death, the very idea of immortality
brightened in her mind, as her hand moved to write,
'because i could not stop for death-
he kindly stopped for me'
and he did, until even he grew lonely,
decided to take her away in his magical carriage,
both riding into a happily ever after"
-k.v.
