Devil’s Train
(In memory of Wayne Cook) 1988
By: Michael Vanderhoof
One autumn night with a pale white moon,
Is a tragedy that is about to unfold.
A quiet life will meet his end,
And his body will lie in the cold.
Down the tracks in waiting,
is a creature of metal and steel,
A sight unseen so oblivious,
but its venom is lethal and real.
The autumn night turns colder,
as the train is reaching near,
No knowledge of what’s coming,
so, there was nothing he should fear.
Just as he was getting closer,
To his final destination,
The Devils train had struck him,
Without a hesitation.
The train keeps moving forward,
And disappears on through the morning,
So never walk the empty tracks,
You won’t get another warning!
The Devil’s train is waiting,
For another soul to try,
So, yield this final warning,
And no one else will have to die!