Cauldron Anthology Sphinx - 2 - Page 8

Ghost Train - For James Diaz Elisabeth Horan no words describe the significance of pain when another shares the burden like a chain around a neck, a walking stick cut out of hardwood to last for all time - no words can describe the passion, the heat the disillusionment of me and you on our journey to the end of time a ghost train is the only way we ride. I’m tired, friend I’m at the end which is like a wall and it’s pulsing - dazzling a cuttlefish hunting; 8 Cauldron Anthology