The Hellbound Train is a Halloween poem that is often said to have been written by an anonymous author. However, it is almost exactly the same as a poem called “Tom Gray’s Dream”, which was written by a western Illinois poet named Retta M. Brown.
The Hellbound Train
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,
Having drunk so much he could drink no more;
So he fell asleep with a troubled brain
To dream that he rode on a hellbound train.
The engine with murderous blood was damp
And was brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp;
An imp, for fuel, was shoveling bones,
While the furnace rang with a thousand groans.
The boiler was filled with lager beer
And the devil himself was the engineer;
The passengers were a most motley crew-
Church member, atheist, Gentile, and Jew,
Rich men in broad cloth, beggars in rags,
Handsome young ladies, and withered old hags,
Yellow and black men, red, brown, and white,
All chained together-O God, what a sight!
While the train rushed on at an awful pace-
The sulphurous fumes scorched their hands and face;
Wider and wider the country grew,
As faster and faster the engine flew.
Louder and louder the thunder crashed
And brighter and brighter the lightning flashed;
Hotter and hotter the air became
Till the clothes were burned from each quivering frame.
And out of the distance there arose a yell,
“Ha, ha,” said the devil, “we’re nearing hell”
Then oh, how the passengers all shrieked with pain
And begged the devil to stop the train.
But he capered about and danced for glee,
And laughed and joked at their misery.
“My faithful friends, you have done the work
And the devil never can a payday shirk.
“You’ve bullied the weak, you’ve robbed the poor,
The starving brother you’ve turned from the door;
You’ve laid up gold where the canker rusts,
And have given free vent to your beastly lusts.
“You’ve justice scorned, and corruption sown,
And trampled the laws of nature down.
You have drunk, rioted, cheated, plundered, and lied,
And mocked at God in your hell-born pride.
“You have paid full fare, so I’ll carry you through,
For it’s only right you should have your due.
Why, the laborer always expects his hire,
So I’ll land you safe in the lake of fire,
“Where your flesh will waste in the flames that roar,
And my imps torment you forevermore.”
Then the cowboy awoke with an anguished cry,
His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standing high.
Then he prayed as he never had prayed till that hour
To be saved from his sin and the demon’s power;
And his prayers and his vows were not in vain,
For he never rode the hellbound train.
Ikr, night wolf?! But my view is slightly different. This poem makes me wanna strip naked in winter, free fall 23 floors, make a snow Angel mixed with my own blood, get hypothermia from the cold, DIE, say wazzup to Jesus, make Buddha reincarnate me as a frog with shades, kiss a princess, become a prince, tell my slave to bring me a laptop, read this poem and cry myself to sleep.
Might I join thou, Night Wolf, in the partaking of rainbows and lollipops?
wtf? Night Wolf, thats just freaking weird!
i like this poem
Don’t forget the smiles.
What a nice poem. Makes me wanna jump around with lollipops and ride unicorns on rainbows while screaming like a retard.