Iron rails quake
In fearful suspense
As the black plumes near
Wailing, their good morrow

The rattling moments
Grow in malice
Menacingly sprawling
Into their final deathly tremor

What is promised exclaims
Whistling through the pines
Wading through the mists
That shroud each morn

It pierces with vigor
Barreling unchallenged
A fate, so sudden
Unyielding and vicious

Yet fate trudges on
So rightfully
Unfazed