by t.o. crow
A train raced by my window
in its heavy metal flight.
Ghostly cars slid past my lids
as I lay paralyzed.
Freight banged and clanged
against cold steel rails
as the train shot through the night.
Cacophonic sound rumbled 'round
in the tunnels of my brain.
Eerie incubus stirring 'bout
filled the night with dread.
As the last car passed
a somber wraith
Scattered ashes from the rail.
He wore a tuxedo and a
black top hat -
which he tipped my way-
As the train roared straight to hell.
Revised Jan.18, 2008
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