The Signalman

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


The Signalman


The night is another land

With strange shapes

And deformed hands,

With faces half seen

In lucid dreams,

With phantom pains

And noises

No-one can explain,

I gaze out the window pane

At the flames dancing

Across night's black membrane,

The signalman's burnt down

His cottage,

He's gone insane,

He's lost the timetable

To the suburban trains.

Submitted: May 07, 2018

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