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!
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Author:
Michael Vanderhoof (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem unfortunately, is the only one in my collection that is not a dream... Although I wish it was. In late December of 1988, my best friend was struck and killed by a train in Independence, Mo. This event, so changed my life and it haunts me to this day. I now live in the same town just down the road from where this happened. I can hear the trains horn as it pasts through the distance. If it had only sounded that awful night, it could have made a huge difference. To this day, this has always been ruled a " tragic accident", but for me, it marks much more than that... a soul lost to The Devil's Train. (RIP Wayne).
- Category: Gothic
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Comments2
This is a beautiful tribute and an enjoyable read. I am sorry for your loss. Keep writing good stuff!
It’s been awhile since I’ve been on here but you’re poems never fail to touch me. I’m very sorry for your loss
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