The Train

It was black and still
No ordinary train or tracks
It seemed to hypnotize
As if by magnet drawn--
Passengers boarded in a daze
What a surprise to their eyes

Staff seemed to wear costumes--
Black, orange, grey, even purple array
But suddenly changed to garbs of witches

Passengers sat down on seats
That locked them tight
When told train t'was not party bound
They froze with fright

The black train moved slow up long hill
The doors opened and some were led outside.
They were told, "You do not belong! We     don't want you!"
These peaceful Christian passengers then stood on the mound and watched
The black train traveled so far down
To a spot seen by only a select few

Big,black pots cooking witches brew
Then those remaining locked on train--
All evil, all terrorists,
knew their fate
They were added, one by one,
To the boiling pot of stew
For seasonings to that witches brew!!

What A Wonderful Halloween!!!!