Train

The iron beast plunged deeper into the thick, dense trees.
The Silence broken by the bawling shrill of its cry.

The long tail swiftly sweeping away from the horizon line.
The Rhythmic pattern of its movement is hypnotic.

The steam shooting up high into the clear sky from within the belly of its iron core.
The marvel of the beast is something I can't take my eyes off of.

But that could also have been because of the ropes that tied me to the tracks.