Death Rattle

I heard his horses hoof beats His chariot grinding stones When he cast a lifeless glance my way He chilled my very bones The horses’ nostrils flared and smoked Their eyes were a blood veined red His high pitched shouts of encouragement Just added to the dread. The horses seemed to know the way On this much traveled quest To the home of another passenger On their road to eternal rest As the chariot made a screeching turn And vanished out of sight I crossed myself for the passenger And thanked God it was not my night.