November Ii

...fiery the angels fell... A lost train bound for November lonesome wail of an engines whistle Slicing through the night Souls Destined for the rim of forever casting from the light Its shadows move across frozen wastelands lost and forgotten bound forever A train old and cold To the heart of nevermore Ice of fridged engines hum silent Brittle branches dance and sway as the dreamscapes pass away Inrush of wheels on steel Frosty and distant Ice snapping at its heels Vacant window of cabins pass Ghosty faces loom in the deeping gloom Hanging like lost pale white balloons In a dusky funerals parade A lost train bound for serenity Watch as the snow of heavens in difference cascade