The Promise-Keeper: Death Poem by New Hope

Because, I couldn't stop for him..
He patiently waited for me..
in his wonderful carriage
painted all black..
decorated in lilies white..
I could see him smile at me from afar..
his patique yet firm impression...
the time ticking in his eyes..
my steps slowly fastened
I got closer his smile grew wider..
dews forming around me..
my feet felt light.. lighter than I could ever be
Dress in all red, I looked like a fairy
perhaps slightly mystical..
he opened the door like a gentlemen
held his hand out for me..
I looked back the blurred views fading.
I took my final gasp..
before placing my cold hand in his
Finally he embraced me
he kept his words and came for me.