All the souls crossed the terrain ablaze,
For aboard two trains those souls took gaze.
Both equal in speed and aimed as rays,
It appeared the time of arrival both alike in phase.
But the first,
The train of Love,
Was stopped short beyond all doubt,
Oh that second train took the easy way out.
But that second crossing,
The train of Death,
Fate also cut short the path,
For neither survived the bloody bath.
Indeed the first train was robbed it’s souls,
But the second train too was cheated the whole.
And both Love and Death ascended above,
Rising together as a Dove.