The Last Carriage

He came at dusk with velvet reins
No thunder shook the streets
He bowed beneath
The window pane and waited for my feet
He made no threats, he raised no
Blade, just held the carriage wide
The quiet was the price
I paid the hour
I stepped inside
The lamps drew back, the
Darkness grew, the road unrolled below
The last familiar house withdrew from
All I
Used to know
Roll on, roll on
You darkening wheels through the fields i
Used to roam