It was said the day was like any other one
commuters waited on the platform.
Autumn was near as the air was so chilly
the seven twenty for london was late.
Nothing new in the year thirty-eight
as it arrived for many a twist of fate.
All on board the train chugged out
steam and smoke creating a wake.
Picking up speed slowly going out of sight
on the platform a dark suited figure.
Watching it go with a strange twisted smile
the train driver observing each dial.
It went around a bend through a cutting
on a regular main line route.
An object was there blocking the track
unable to brake in time to stop.
The train smashed into something vast
terrible sounds then silence at last.
At the investigation no reason was found
to cause such a shocking accident.
Today the old station stands deserted
no physical sign of the traumas.
Stories persist of the place being haunted
and visitors being taunted!
They spoke of a dark suited figure standing
menacingly speaking to them.
A second later he was gone totally from sight
talk to of people being drawn here.
Never to be seen by friends or family again
no living creature dared go near!
What was this place nobody could tell
surrounded in a mysterious spell!
The Foureyed Poet.