The red, peach sky crowns the small Shropshire village,
A signalman stands forlornly by the railway track,
Haunted by a deadly apparition,
A beautiful bloody bride fell off a train onto her back.
Suspended in time since that tragic day,
Routinely guiding the trains without joy in his life,
Could he have saved her? He asks himself,
Over the years his nerves and emotions filled with strife.
The small Shropshire railway station,
Nothing much happens here,
A signalman lies in wait,
Wondering if the beautiful bloody bride will reappear.