Standing lonely on the platform

Looking down the tracks

I can’t see very far through the fog

Thickened with smoke from factory stacks

I hear the distant whistle

An eerie lonesome sound

A chill runs through my body

As I quickly turn around

There’s a shadowy figure standing

Not too far from me

He is not moving but I feel his eyes

Upon me, staring relentlessly

The train whistle is getting closer

I hear the rails echoing the rumbling

The familiar clicks and clacks

I can’t move, afraid of stumbling

The train pulls in, doors open

To the dimly lit interior

The shadowy figure walks through me

My mind goes crazy with hysteria

I stand there alone on the platform

As the ghostly train goes on it’s way

My feet won’t move, I’m feeling faint

A haunting whistle in the distance has it’s say

What did I just experience

Was the Shadow just an apparition

Had I just discovered a Shadow world

Had a look at it’s partition

The fog is thinning, and the whistle moans

The tracks foretell the coming of the train

The doors open wide to a friendly crowd

I smile at fellow travelers, on the way again

We’re pulling away from the platform

And I look back at where I had just been

There stands a shadowy figure with a grotesque face

I feel the vibrating echoes of my scream