And we're back. And we enter Hell.

The Dickinsons are creepy. Sue does her best Marlene Dietrich. Henry kills a man. And Emily, in the midst of this, loses everything and finds real hope at the bottom of the darkest depths. 

My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun -

In Corners - till a Day
The Owner passed - identified -
And carried Me away -

And now We roam in Sovreign Woods -

And now We hunt the Doe -
And every time I speak for Him
The Mountains straight reply -

And do I smile, such cordial light

Opon the Valley glow -
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let it’s pleasure through -

And when at Night - Our good Day done -

I guard My Master’s Head -
’Tis better than the Eider Duck’s
Deep Pillow - to have shared -

To foe of His - I’m deadly foe -

None stir the second time -
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye -
Or an emphatic Thumb -

Though I than He - may longer live

He longer must - than I -
For I have but the power to kill,
Without - the power to die -