Ghost Train

When the sun disappears, and the clouds are ablaze,
And the moon is a sliver of white,
With a rumble and roar, through curtains of mist
A ghost train tears through the night.

The wailing whistle echoes and moans,
And black smoke pours from the stack.
Showers of sparks fly up from the rails
As the ghost train roars down the track.

The steam engine wheezes, the warning bells clang,
And night birds cry out in fright.
At a dark, empty station, the brakes squeal and shriek
As the ghost train stops in the night.

Unseen hands throw open the doors.
Silent riders embark, one by one.
The engine breathes fire, and into the night
The ghost train flies off and is gone.

When the sun disappears, and the clouds are ablaze,
And the moon is a sliver of white,
Stay away from the tracks, lest you be called to ride
On the ghost train that tears through the night.