Night Carriage

With curious vigor,
Like a holy ghost in a forest
Of catacombs,
The Night Carriage roams
Down every lonely beaten road,
Coaxing demons
In a haunt forsaken,

Siphoning water out of ancient stones
In the pale moon light,
A cloaked sorcerer invokes black magic,
Whispering in arcane tongues to simple folks sleeping,
Inciting hysteria in dreams turned tragic,
Churning their memories in a blackened barrel,
As they betray sordid secrets in weeping.

Ignoble passions vying for destruction
In a field of twisted daggers host to resurrection,
Conjuring great billows of intoxicating vapor,
Choking the widowers and pensioners in indignation,
As a child whispers songs that no one wants to hear,
Describing visions that no one will ever see.

As a woman fabled for her beauty
Is tortured for bigotry,
A man without morals
Skulks in the shadows of deplorables,
Pondering his lot in a vast meaningless structure,
A miracle divined by wandering w****s and beggars.

Past the vegetable graveyard
And through the withering cornstalks
They gather and pray to their deranged god,
Sacrificing innocents in a pyre of wild wonders,
Stopping only to listen for the wheels of the carriage,
In this eternal night of degradation.