The Train

[Luzifer]

“Father, how much longer
is it till we arrive?
My patience, I wish were stronger
But its not” the son he sighes

“not all that much long lad
not far is the cold train
from setting it iron-clad
body on that town of rain

where your sweet mother dwells
not long till we shall see
the clicking melodic shells
she always collects from the sea”

a boy stands beside a bridge
which is now only a drop
when suddenly over the ridge
a train comes, too late he screams “Stop!”

[Daenerys]

I really love the way you write poetry. You use words and phrases and the like that are intelligent, like how people used to talk back in the day, all proper and not slang riddled and incorrect grammar.