As the seasons change so do people,
A train calls, many leave
Some familiar others none
It doesn't matter. They fade from existence
Yet one stays. Even as the ground quakes, when people scream to leave, some try to coerce this peculiar being yet to no avail
They stay.
The trains shrill echoes as it departs,
The earths roars turn to soft cries
As the touch of another melts away
the exterior of stone turns to soft flesh.
Orbs of the deepest depths meet with one of midnight.
That was when he knew she would stay.
