Steeds of Demise

Black horses fly across the mist
Turning, writhing in agony they twist
Wings of steel beat hard and fast
Fleeing in fear from future and past
Bound by chains of fire and ice
Shrieking like demons but then in a trice
As one they turn and plunge down to the earth
And their crying changes almost to mirth
Falling tears freeze, turn into hail
As onto their doom they charge with out fail
Til at last it ends, they crash to the ground
In a ball of fire never to be found
But sometimes deep in the depths of the dark
Before sunrise and the cry of the lark
Terrified screaming fills the sky
And shadows of what once was fly by.