the black wagon rolls
across the broken ground
creaking timbers
the snap of the whip
over the determines heads
of shadowed steeds

death strides across
the desolate plains
the sun blotted out by
the circling vultures
following along the trail
as the black wagon rolls

dust billows a red cloud
the dry earth bleeds
as the black wagon rolls
into the insidious wind
carrying the lamentations
of the damned and dying

the gates of hell lay open
as the black wagon rolls
a host of demons swarm
sending waves of destruction
a fog of hatred hangs with
notes of cordite and sulphur

a child clings tightly
to his mother’s shaking leg
their eyes squeezed shut
as the black wagon rolls
choking on the screams
welling up in their throats

thunder quakes the bodies
bleeding out into the dirt
a trail of dead eyes staring
up at the turbulent skies
as the black wagon rolls
creaking off into the night