Post by Shadow Godd on Jun 6, 2005 21:29:52 GMT -5
Onto a wilder land winding course
your iron clad nightmare now has run..
With the howl of a murder victim,
the warning whistle screems..
You wake with a start..
The cars are quite posh
"with fine crafts out of date."
Gothic, bejeweled & uncommon ornate..
"Crushed satin,
black steel,
bright crimson,
dark jade".
The train tows a line of twin silvered track..
Lightning streams across a cloudless sky..
"What you have known is no more..."
Alien patterns of distant light
now guide your journey into night..
The Voyeur wonders at this site
" What wicked wanders this way come.?".
The midnight train bleeds steam
&
hot smoke like a dark emotion..
It rolls into the station
with the grudging screech of sparking weels..
Disembodied,
the Conductor's voice hails
"SHADOW GATE STATION"
"Welcome to Endsvill..
Here all rail service ends..."
As you step onto the platform.
Hungry serpentine wreaths of fog
coil about your legs..
Shadowy figures are reluctantly seen...
They linger & roam just beyond the focus of your site...
They beckon
" Join us ?.... "
Above the dark mist shrouded doorway,
You read the faded sign
~ * Shadow Gate Station * ~
With out it being told, you know..
Hidden in these shadows
~ * It is always Halloween * ~
