Because I could not stop for Death
"Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stoppd for me;” Ramura recites the familiar poem quietly, wandering the decimated shoreline of his old home, dressed in black and rags, carrying a scythe of mythic proportions, and a lantern that once upon a time, was a skull.
"The carriage held but just ourselves,
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 grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling off the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound
Since then ‘tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were towards eternity.”
He stops. The isle is, as promised… bleak. But Ramura isn’t here for the scenery. Instead, he moves onward, quietly and dutifully, towards a lone figure that lingers, one that not even the lingering wildlife seem to see.
"….It’s been a long time, eh Dimitri?"
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