That Day

That Day
 
On that day when the weather was fine
The reaper walked the Great Western Line
His head was high and his scythe was bright
His job was to last well into the night
 
Clackety-clack sent some off to sleep
The secrets now are forever to keep
All hope gone only shadows in fright
This will surely be Lucifer’s night
 
Dead man’s handle in the driver’s hand
The train sped deftly across the land
All sitting safely on comfy seats
Children sucking on their sticky treats
 
With papers and books a few got to read
But none to renew their personal creed
The dusk was falling and hell would soon come
With death and mayhem most surely for some
 
The wind was keening a deathly wail
Engines bound to the guiding rail
Who was pulling the unkempt mane
While carriages creaked and couplings strained
 
No one knew then the red light unseen
The devils hand uncovered the green
The train went on to meet another
Death to baby father and mother
 
His job was done and all lay dead
No person that night would see their bed
The devil he leaped and danced about
Entombed forever no one got out
 
Brudie  28/10/2013