I want to paint a train.

I want to paint a steam train billowing out wisps of endless steam like a dragon.
I want to paint the shriek of a whistle from the grand Highland falcon.
I want to paint the memory of the first time I heard the shriek of a steams trains whistle as loud as a wolf cackling at the moon.
I want paint a steam train racing over hills like a Cheetah.
I want to paint the smell of the coal burning into embers and pouring a great steam train.

I want to paint the taste of bubbling excitement as a Steam train races of on its journey.
I want to paint the vibrations that tingle in my fingers.
I want to paint the sound of the piercing whistle as the steam train pelts into darkness.
I want to paint the memory of dreamily staring out the window at beautiful country.
I want to paint the smooth sensation of turning a corner and uncovering new views.

The Sentinel’s clunking clogs rusted groaned as it curved and twisted dangerous,
It’s long metallic body stretched like long as the the looming clouds above
The Sentinel’s sharp spikes ready to tear
It’s skin shone with the salty water reflecting in the fading
shining through the gloom the Sentinel’s eye burned like a flame
The Sentinel’s teeth rusted with age bared at life.

The Sentinel’s clunking clogs rusted groaned as it curved and twisted dangerous,
It’s long metallic body stretched like long as the the looming clouds above
The Sentinel’s sharp spikes ready to tear
It’s skin shone with the salty water reflecting in the fading
shining through the gloom the Sentinel’s eye burned like a flame
The Sentinel’s teeth rusted with age bared at life.