The train of enchantments.

The floors are filled with sorcery,
They wobble like a rickety deck on an ever-dying ship.
Moonlight shimmers down against the glistening roof,
Fragments of imagination dancing like a life of memories.

The wheels clamp onto the mysterious tracks,
Leading into a lifetime of witchcraft and magic.
The people onboard drowning in a pool of their own nerves,
As sparks of enchantments drift down the ever-lasting corridors.

The sense of difference and mystery lingers in the atmosphere,
And a warm draft follows you with every step you take.
The steam flying into the clouds like a gathering of gulls,
It twists and turns like starlings in their mini formation. 

The soft leather seats are filled with ancient usage and mystical means,
As people take a seat and relax into a world of their own.
The train of enchantments releasing them into their destiny,
Into a universe of magic and what lies within.