The Roundabout Poem by Douglas McClarty

I was told by them in my dream
You had taken the righteous path
It's time to take you on that journey
Your destiny now agreed and planned
The coach I entered was small and black
And rode upon the smoothest track
My fear mounting as I watched
As we followed the beast with eyes
Red like blood, blinking, staring, flashing
Like a devil it made haste with speed
Always keeping this coach in sight
Never letting us get near
I could hear the dark wind outside
It was hissing and howling
Had the righteous been misjudged
Had the others before me, gone to hell
Just then I seen souls on the other side
Like bright white angels they flew past
Their destination I'm sure was heaven.
Then in a moment the beast stopped
We followed as it turned the way we came
I was breathless I just did not want to believe
The angels I seen just turned to red eyed devils
To late to discover, maybe all tracks lead to hell.