It was late the train to oblivion
it screamed into the station of the dead
stopped on a penny farthing
then let off steam in anger
It was the time to say goodbye
time to let sleeping dogs lie
it was time to now deploy
that perfect moment of pure joy
The platform was packed with the hopeful
and in between those cringed the lost
so many relying of springs hope
yet winter did dwell forever here
Embarking and disembarking
braking the chains of servitude
the cost was the written word
that was strewn all over the tracks
Come my dears to heaven said the driver
yet all the tickets were to hell
and the smoke emanating from the engines
was only sulphur you could smell
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC
It was late the train to oblivion
it screamed into the station of the dead
stopped on a penny farthing
then let off steam in anger
It was the time to say goodbye
time to let sleeping dogs lie
it was time to now deploy
that perfect moment of pure joy
The platform was packed with the hopeful
and in between those cringed the lost
so many relying of springs hope
yet winter did dwell forever here
Embarking and disembarking
braking the chains of servitude
the cost was the written word
that was strewn all over the tracks
Come my dears to heaven said the driver
yet all the tickets were to hell
and the smoke emanating from the engines
was only sulphur you could smell
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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