One fateful night in 1954
A storm brought from the sky cold rain
Cracked tracks swollen below the downpour
The Hudson swallowed the runaway train!
And since that night our train disappeared
To the deep floor of the riverbed
Legend says it comes back ‘round every year
Collecting the souls of the dead
The train starts back up on the darkest of nights
To play reaper in spirit abductions
You’ll see in the black two shining lights –
And with that, let’s begin introductions!
One-eyed-Tom is no stranger to gore
Friendly guy – too much so, thought his wife!
She caught him in bed with the girl next-door
And wiped his smile clean off with a knife!
And Margaret here is such a dear!
But she was caught in a small mix up
She tried to poison her lover last year
And accidentally drank the wrong cup!
To you, it’s true, I still have much to show!
But you now know some of our horde
There are more souls to bring to the undertow
So to you I say, all aboard!
© Copyright Samantha Rose 2018
You can catch more of Samantha existing at her blog, Existential Poetry.