Ghost Train
Ghost Train
Through relentless twisted shadows a whistle stop emerges from the hallows
Wispy trails from cold stone yards gather - dance macabre - murmurs of ghostly chatter
Unseen innocents wait to ride again - empty echoes scream recurring pain;
Trailing icy fingertips trace the midnight skies as ominous black coach and cab arrives
Unexplained lights appear on vanishing tracks – no return, no way off - too late to go back;
In thundering clouds of bottomless fog unscheduled express with power throbs
Throttle open – no dead man switch – smashes through signs of trestle ditch;
Engine #113 nosedives into mists - plaintive whistle cries in sulphur scented abyss
10/28/20
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Contest: Eight Lines of Spooky Rhyme
There are numerous legends of ghost trains that appear again on the night they disappeared.
Copyright © Sam Kauffman | Year Posted 2020
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