Diabolical Machine
-By Michael D. Strickland-
Twisted gears and evils springs move in
mechanical rhythm.
Dripping oil from within; foul fluids in
tubes swishing about.
Onward it moves. Steam and smoke emissions
escape from it�s infamous pipes.
Onward it moves. It crushes trees beneath it�s massive members
Off into the distance trailing steam and smoke
far away to a distant land. Away to a lonely
town across the endless plain