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Runaway Tracks (The Late Train.)

Contributed by ForeverAndADay on Tuesday, 15th March 2005 @ 05:42:32 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

The tracks run and wind amongst eachother.
Each a great maze, leading into secret places, but always returning from winst it came.
Roaring like a beast, it is...a monter in the night, he says, for the man behind the reins is hidden out of sight.
A great serpent in the dark, blowing smoke, with teeth like great old dragons used to have.
Passin tiny neighborhoods, where unuspecting neighbors sleep.
Some of the houses stay alight. (And what a perfect touch.)
But others are as dark as death, full of those who are living for the moment in different place.
Where their dreams will give them something, they can't ussually get.
But the children they awake, as the darkness calls their names, and wonder into that place...
Where missing children find themselves.
(GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN)
And the parents, as they search the yard, for the children that they misplaced.
They hear the distant call of a train , A drone that fades as it goes far away.
And the parents...
They think nothing of it.

Copyright © ForeverAndADay ... [ 2005-03-15 17:42:32]
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