Train of Spookville

The empty platforms
cried as no train arrived
in the town of Spookville.

No noise could be heard,
Only the smog covered
the tracks like cling film.

Once the train arrived,
the wheels screamed
at the highest pitch.

Every light flickered,
A flickering soul
of Spookville.

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