Beneath the sky, where steel tracks gleam,
A serpent coils in endless dream,
Its sinews forged of iron and flame,
A creature swift, yet without name.

It moves through dawn and dusky light,
A whisper in the depths of night,
Its breath a cloud of steam and coal,
Its hunger fed by burning soul.

A thousand wheels beneath it turn,
A thousand sparks behind it burn,
It weaves through...