The Arrival of the Death Coach

 
The golden glow of the candles
Sets the shadows to dancing
Life is blown away
Like a flickering flame in the wind
The banshee screams
To summon the coach
A ringing of a bell off in the distance
The hoof beats of the horses
Echo in the darkness
In concert with the revolutions of the wheels
As it crosses the bridge
Coming closer
(Coming closer)

Here it comes
Can you hear it?
Lanterns swaying
Being pulled by four black steeds
At the reins
Is the coachman
In tie and tails
Headless but able to see

As Charon ferried across the Rivers
So the coach transports souls
Beyond the veil
To be welcomed by Anubis to the realm
To what could be heaven
To what could be hell
Or locked in between
In a never ending limbo
It comes to take you to your final destination
A soul to be collected is offered by the banshee
The coach is on its way
It draws nearer
(It draws nearer)

Here it comes
Can you hear it?
Lanterns swaying
Being pulled by four black steeds
At the reins
Is the coachman
In tie and tails
Headless but able to see

It comes to a stop
The horses stand silent, staring straight ahead
The door opens slowly
Revealing the empty luxury of the carriage
The death coach awaits its passenger
It must soon be on its way
For there are a multitude of souls to collect
Don’t keep it waiting
(Don’t keep it waiting) 

©Frank E. Bittinger 2011