The Devil's Ironhorse

The Devil's Iron Horse © By Artemis Quill 3/15/2025 “No problems, overwhelmed with blessings” Young Tom, and Huck, and Finn, a trifecta of trouble, you see, Upon the iron road they did trip, a notion wild and carefree. The sun beat down, a hammer hot, upon their freckled hides, Oblivious they wandered on, where fate itself presides. The rails did gleam, a tempting path, to lands unknown and grand, Ignoring whispers of the steel, a danger close at hand. They entered then, a maw of stone, a tunnel dark and deep, Where echoes danced and shadows played, and sleeping secrets sleep. But hark! A rumble low, a tremor in the ground, The Devil's Iron Horse is loosed, with furious, hungry sound. No whistle's shriek to warn them now, no bell to clear the way, Just pistons pumping, steam a-churn, embracing endless day. This engine, born of modern might, a beast of coal and fire, Consumes the miles with ravenous speed, fulfilling its desire. Poor Tom, and Huck, and Finn, trapped in that stony tomb, Will ingenuity and luck deliver them from doom? The darkness holds its breath, you see, awaits a final plea, As progress roars, a metal god, for all eternity.