The midnight train passed through the south of the city
Those patches of rough hardy forest where decades of junk and trash
formed hills and valleys between the trees and no place was as solitary
There she lived the ghost of bright emily in the darkest shade of day
and the living darkness of the night that weaved sheets down from canopies
absorbed fear from wayward homeless seeking shelter
distorting sound and light sewing disorientation over them
a low humm that emits from the earth after the train passes
An alarm bell that wakes the darkness and old emily
still in the form of a young woman replaying a cheerful loop
Horrifying for the onlooker who sees her pale skin and wide smile
and knows in their gut that what stands before them has already lived
has already died and is only semi aware of the world and it's changes
They run from the area and the girl sings in the dark of her loneliness
shrill tones that chase out curious teenagers in sheer fright
When she sees me she beams and tells me
The railway lines are sacred giving her the magnetism
to exist in the darkness and isolation within the empty southern city
The eyes spark and the smile curves inside your mind despite the darkness
who was this person stuck out here on these forest mounds
will she protect this sacred land for me?
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