The Night of the Tracks

The creak and crack,

Of the track,

Haunts the night,

So thick and black,

The wheels spin,

A great pace,

And steam leaves,

Without a trace,

The plume of smoke,

Hinders the sky,

While burning coal,

Gives a moaning cry,

The moons light,

Lingers through trees,

While the whistles scream,

Shatters the breeze,

The owls hoot,

Travels far and deep,

But through the valley,

The monster creeps.