Ebony Night

The night is shrouded in darkness
and moon is a ghost at most...
wisps of mist meander slowly around me
still my pony pushes pavement homebound...
To the west restless lighting stomp dances
to the pound of its thundering lances...
so I roll round a corner which s's
then sail straight to the bridge that passes...
where a rambling railroad gives a hoot
and continues to clickity clang on the route...
its perceived punctual passing proving
a remarkable marker of the hour...
In the last leg left to lunge
rain's splitter splatter comes to divulge
that the ride up the dirt road will be rugged
and the walk down the dark drive drenching...
it's an ebony night in the mountains
and home in my sight will be
oh so sweet home tonight......