The Ghost Train

Along the mountain pine valley did the Iron Horse roar, A steam belching black demon, burning red hot coals Within it's steel belly. Speed's hell bound creation, driven by greed's insatiable hunger, Faster, faster it moves at acceleration rush, to Achieve manifest destiny's final arrival on time. In the distance hear another lone whistle blow, spitting, And spewing with brimstone's gray smoke. This indeed is the devil's train, carrying the forsaken, To the depot of no return. With a half empty payload aboard, Satan makes a deadly Judgment call, stoke up those engines boys, ramming Speed if you please. Made man beasts are these mechanical monsters Of destructions, lethal death weapons, chained Down to the steel rails, and iron pikes. Ebony stallion's racing against the winds, As redden sparks sizzle and bite at the crisp autumn Air, bellowing fumes poisoning the night. The engineer of the 10; 15 out of Tombstone, Checked his pocket watch, speaking impatiently, He did so yell out, come along fellow's, we have a Schedule to keep, and we've hours behind in our dead line, So let’s pick up the pace. Now the devil's train came out of know where, With hell's supernatural master at the wheel, Heckling, and laughing, relishing in the carnage’s Utter calamity to come. On a lone chewed up mangled piece of track, Lies wreckages debris blood, flesh and twisted metal, Lain stewned for miles beside the wild wilderness. Broken bones, and sheared off limbs, weeping mother's Cradling limp, lifeless bodies, crying why, God almighty Why? But the lord and heavenly father, had nothing to do, With this unnatural disaster, nay the devil had many Empty spaces to fill, and his passengers list was lean. So he leveled the crimson ground with his dark gavel, Taking souls at high velocities supernatural speed, For this is the devil's ghost train, and it is so Hell bound. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN