#LastTrain

The sky seems gloomy
It was a moonless night
The silence hung in the
Air, like a shadow
Trying to free itself
From past leaving
The trails behind.

I was standing
On the platform
The clock chimed
3 AM
Deserted roads,
No sign of a
Life.

The train whistle,
As the light
Beam in my
Eyes, to my
Surprise I found
A strange figure
Following me.

The train is at halt
I quickly move
In ladies compartment
I am alone,
As my gaze fix
On a man
Covered in black
Had black round eyes,
He disappeared...