on a night train
in a strange dream of childhood
we passed under a Victorian railway bridge
the devil appeared to me
floating mid air in the half carriage light
terrified I could not speak
as he drew a sword and soundlessly pierced my heart
onward on our journey
we travelled through strange straits
I didn't know where I was
or what was in the fates
and I was writing you a letter
but the ink wouldn't dry
it was something about the basking shark
and what it means to you and I