''Because I could not stop for Death -
He kindly stopped for me -
The Carriage held but just Ourselves -
And Immortality.''
And so I turned to Death
And asked Him what He thought
Of human mortality
And immortality.
To which He answered
Eyes ablaze like coals
''It means the same to me
I simply deliver their souls''
The Carriage bore along the roads
Almost completely quietly
Until it came to a halt
Outside the mortuary.
''This is but a Daily Stop
In my Purgatory''
Death smiles softly
And opens the Carriage door.
A wind blows in visciously
Near takes the Carriage with
I flinch and suddenly -
I am alone at my Front Door.
Prompt 4: I've never written a glosa so I probably failed miserably. Ah well... NEXT!
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We Are All Burning In Time
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