Churning with a fiery rage
He walked from the train
A Dark Man from midnight
Death flowed through his eyes
He came for another passenger on the Midnight Express
He speaks no words
He goes right to work
Feelings mean nothing to the Dark Man
And your ticket is your soul
For the ride on the Midnight Express
No Demon from Hell
No Angel from Heaven
Not even God
Or the Devil himself
Would ever dare to ride the Midnight Express
Take my words with caution
For when the midnight tone strikes
Your soul you must hide
Just in case the Dark Man arrives
Offering you a ride on the Midnight Express
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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