The train is out there blowing bringing its horror around. I'm waiting at the station as it calls out that sound. Dogs bark in distant haste as they chase and howl. I'm waiting at the station As it calls out that sound.
That whistle strokes fright in me And delights mixed eerie silence
The monsters are out prowlin By the tracks feeling violent Waiting for a girl like me
In the falls cool night, Tabacoo to keep her company.
I'm trying to Write a story about a Train. This poem is d dedicated to that train of thought.