Halloween Poem

Train Track

Only one family lived down in the wood
A train track was built so other families could.

A train was coming as a man crossed the track
All that's left now are his 8 kids and a widow in black.

His kids went mute, one by one
Their home is filled with silence, no longer fun.

The people say they quit talking from the grief and pain
But every year, on the track, they find a new blood stain.

The widow went mad and in her basement hung
Over a course of 8 years, a string of 8 tongues.

by Amber Love

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