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BLOODY TRACKS A TRAIL

I am England bound and am keeping this journal because upon a train shall I take this trip
“well young lady don’t order the scones at Briggs and Dale’s , that’s just a tip”
This trip entails two trident trains all steamed up and ready to go
I’d ride old Betsy who was fed on  fire, flames and coal you know

But here’s the thing about the two trains on different tracks
A night black as a bat and blind as one who simply could not relax 
Then my magic man passes by, gives a grin, and keeps his strident walking
As much as I yearned for him to stop, and request we start talking

Then the handsome turned and asked me if I would like to share a dinner
Of course I want you to join me, because we both come out the winner 
 “Dinner was divine, and I’m pleased you accepted my invitation
And the casual conversation exceeded my expectation”

stumbling a bit from some vintage brandy we shared
While he tells himself only an angel could urge they to be paired
And when fate demanded that their lips must meet
Cotton candy and gum drops cannot be as sweet  

There were two tracks but someone was asleep at the wheel
Someone ran a red light and it caused a very big deal
Alas the crash, the blood, the wounds and bandages too
People ran around knowing not what they should do

the lovely was going on vacation
the man was doing what he did for his occupation 
And for two so fair there would be no trip, train or fire to be fed
Because the couple lay aside a journal stained by Brandy and both quite dead
                    © 2011.….Phreepoetree

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