Handshake
The hooves that thundered on the roof,
An awful sound to hear;
And when the mighty steeds arrived,
My heart was gripped with fear.
The horses black as ebony,
A chariot in tow,
A fearsome rider held the reins;
I had no place to go.
The horseman’s face a scowling mask,
So clearly in command;
But racked with pain, I smiled relief
And gladly took his hand.
I will not see the light again;
But here with Death, I feel no pain.
Jack Horne for Gail’s Crossroads contest
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