Haunted, Murder Rails

Gather around

My friends.

Sit near this warm blaze.

The moon shows it's face

Waiting to listen

To it's past

A forrest full of screams

Full of secrets 

Hidden deep beneath

The tree roots.

Close your eyes. 

Feel the ground

Vibrate and shake. 

It's not a quake. 

Hear the horn

Roaring and echoing 

Like a ghost.

200 hundred years

Earlier a town just begun

An old west with guns abound

A railroad had opened

It's grand rails smooth and silver

Carved wood in-between

Train 93 about to set rail

Steam rolls like clouds on an early morning 

The conductor shines the beauty 

Yelling all a borad.

Kids laugh and play 

As the day begins.

Mothers and fathers 

Smile as the long miles; 

A railroad from Aspen to New York. 

The steam howls 

Wheels start to roar

Good byes waved by white.

Pulling strong through the land

Trees and meadows 

Creeks 

Moving slowly by. 

Laughs and joyous smiles 

All round.

Slowly the skies turn black as night.

Passengers didn't mind the sight.

Rain pounds like rocks 

Drums of the am sky flash their symbols.

Growing harder and harder.

A river on their right comes in tight, 

With the train.

The river roars and crashes madly against the rocks. 

With out a trace or a smack,

The train derails

From it's tracks

Toppling into the river

Screams and cries

Blast and bounce off  the canyon walls

With a violent wave

Passengers fly into the rocks 

Blood spills from bodies
Mangled and beaten

Others pinned and drowned.

Here tonight 

Listen closely you can still hear

The chugs and tugs of the train.

 the kids laughing

the rails screech

The screams echo and play

Every night 

Haunting 

This gorge

Open your eyes hear and see the hour

Of train 93

Coming across the tracks

That was no accident.

Murder replays in these hallow canyons

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