The Train
Stark outline of a train against the sky,
and smoke arising,
but this - no ordinary train.
It moved but once an hour
and then but slowly.
It inched along the track, as I could see.
The smoke was purple to begin with,
then went scarlet,
then every colour fast, as if I dreamed...
Yes, this was daytime fantasia.
Oh, how frightening!
And now the train was coming... towards ME!
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7/27/2015
Contest - Trains and Fantasy
Sponsor - Mystic Rose
2nd place win
Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015
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