A winter train,
Cross Europe fairytale,
A blue line
On a white table map.
A time capsule
Frozen in a constant motion,
An armored horse
Riding blindly into an abyss.
Creeping silently
Through the forest,
Charging the cities
For one hour stops.
Stumble upon the tracks,
A rumbling lullaby
Awake from the nightmare
With a whistling scream in the night.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 2:02 PM UTC
A winter train,
Cross Europe fairytale,
A blue line
On a white table map.
A time capsule
Frozen in a constant motion,
An armored horse
Riding blindly into an abyss.
Creeping silently
Through the forest,
Charging the cities
For one hour stops.
Stumble upon the tracks,
A rumbling lullaby
Awake from the nightmare
With a whistling scream in the night.
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