Carriage wheels
like time, keep turning
A murky road
centuries worn
Two men ride
one dark, one light
young and aged
revealing nothing to each other
Where do we go? wonders one
pale masquerade ‘til setting sun
Remnants dim
In the window, pain
One man’s wealth
withered at the roadside
Irony
chants the other still
One laughs, one cries
Their dance begins
How does the coachman see? 
Through misty fog and alacrity?
On through days
Faster, Faster!
Horse and carriage
Grind upon the bone
Endlessly
the stagecoach circles
Two men ride
one dark, one light
Heedlessly we deem our fate
when carriage halts at graveyard gate