Midnight Train

It’s almost midnight and the moon is pale

My heart beats fast as I tell this tale

On this very day once a year I will stumble

Upon a ghostly platform and hear a rumble

You’ll see a silver shimmering fog as it rolls

There’s no one at the engines controls

The destination ? "no one knows where it goes"

But many carriages are hitched and towed

The platform sign points to nowhere

No tracks no matter how hard you stare

But where you stand there always arrives

The biggest black steam train before your eyes

When the train finally comes to a steamy stop

Don’t look too hard or you’re eyes will pop

In each window wearing black eye masks

Are travelers, who are they ? you may ask

They may look to be your family or friends

But that’s distortion you may now meet your end

Do not engage, wave or even speak

They might think you are the victim they seek

The platform sign points to nowhere

No tracks no matter how hard you stare

But where you stand there always arrives

The biggest black steam train before your eyes

Four hundred and eighty seven  years ago

This train arrived and started to slow

Of eleven that boarded none survive

Not one traced back to ever being alive

Up to now few have seen the train

But some of those waiting still remain

Looking up at the clock and questioning why

The Guard waves a flag as the train passed by

The platform sign points to nowhere

No tracks no matter how hard you stare

But where you stand there always arrives

The biggest black steam train before your eyes

The train will never ever take you through

As their is no Driver, Stoker or crew

So if you ever see the locomotive

Stand well back from the silver mist 

Do not board stand still until it s gone

And maybe then you can carry on

This classified legend leaves at midnight

In stories told by young and old alike

The platform sign points to nowhere

No tracks no matter how hard you stare

But where you stand there always arrives

The biggest black steam train before your eyes

It’s almost midnight and the moon is pale

My heart beats fast as I tell this tale

On this very day once a year I will stumble

Upon a ghostly platform and hear a rumble

All aboard All aboard

Stand clear stand clear