The Ghost Train

I heard the whistle in the dead of night,

No tracks in sight, just pale moonlight.

A coal-black engine rolled through the mist,

With a crew of shadows you can’t dismiss.

They said, “One ride and you’re never the same,”

But I stepped aboard when it called my name.

Now I’m rollin’ on the ghost train line,

Through cursed hills and broken time.

The stars don’t shine, the clocks don’t chime,

I sold my soul for one last climb.

The conductor grinned with hollow eyes,

He spoke in riddles and twisted lies.

I asked, “Where are we headed, friend?”

He said, “To where your story ends.”

I saw my face in the window pane,

It looked like someone gone insane.

Now I’m rollin’ on the ghost train line,

Through cursed hills and broken time.

The stars don’t shine, the clocks don’t chime,

I sold my soul for one last climb.

Smoke and fire, rails of bone,

You ride this track, you ride alone.

No turning back, no final stop,

Once you're aboard, the world will drop.

Still I’m rollin’ on the ghost train line,

No light ahead, just the devil’s sign.

No prayers to pray, no ties to bind—

Just me and death and the end of time.