It was 1902 on the New Horizon 101 train schedule
There was a fancy party aboard
The schedule was from New York City to Kansas City, Kansas being explored
But as the party went on, the engineer completely ignored
A terrible storm blew
It was wind, rain and lightening being the slew
As the passenger train was trotting on its route
Suddenly the train derailed and turned over and over into a final pause about
It was determined there were no survivors
As years went on there was no longer interest being shown
Everyone felt this story was nothing more than a myth
But today is the anniversary of the final crash and perished lives
One night a ghost locomotive engine could be heard in the distance
Citizens were awakened in a sleep as a quick instance
Spirits unrest in moans being the deceased passengers
Human life cannot contest
The passenger train spirits were roaming the rails
A night of remembrance of the encore of prevail
A spiritual train with only souls that remain
Yet the moon being hidden
The souls in stalking in an unbelieving forsaken
An arrival of the Spirit of New Horizon with no schedule nor destination to arrive
The theory of the aftermath being taken in living one’s strive
Rails with no train and the eerie feeling of lives that remain
Yet moans continue to be heard as souls being the herd
The engine with no aspect
The microscope being investigative in what one would expect
The spirits will continue to roam
They hold the key in what should be known
Yet the Spirit New Horizon looking for new souls
A world unknown
The human population that will be blown
It’s quiet for now, but what is the reason being how?
We will never know
It’s the railing place and the soul’s having the face.