This sort of came to be as I was writing it. Perhaps a hint of "Sapphire and Steel" creeping in - the one with the soldier and the deserted railway platform.
The Train May Be Late
Waiting at the station, it is late
And no sign as yet of the train
As if the twisted threads of fate
Whispered: all is now in vain
An empty platform, I am alone
Bare benches, and a dim light
Time of trial of flesh and bone
Shadows gathering in sight
Flowers bloom, and war is near
Going to the front, leaving soon
So begins the symphony of fear
The final casting of the rune
Long time parting in despair
A lonely soldier and his prayer
Waiting at the station, it is late
And no sign as yet of the train
As if the twisted threads of fate
Whispered: all is now in vain
An empty platform, I am alone
Bare benches, and a dim light
Time of trial of flesh and bone
Shadows gathering in sight
Flowers bloom, and war is near
Going to the front, leaving soon
So begins the symphony of fear
The final casting of the rune
Long time parting in despair
A lonely soldier and his prayer
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