The metallic screech of a train going by
Is echoing up my street
As the moon above in a midnight sky
Is looking incomplete
A shadow creeps across it’s face
From bottom left to right
It looks as though some giant race
Has taken a big bite
When suddenly it blushes red
And earth begins to shake
But wait a sec, belay your dread
That last little bit is fake.
Are You Reading Me?
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