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.
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