Mystery Women of the Meadows

The train did chug through countryside green,

Passing fields of wheat so yellow and serene.

Passengers were many, merchants and more,

Farmers and nuns, who had came from before.

Chatting and laughing, they had no fear,

Of the danger that was very near.

As they neared the forest, dark and so deep,

The bandits did strike, with nary a peep.

Dressed in black, in masks they did hide,

Silent and deadly, they did not bide.

They took all valuables, with not a trace,

And disappeared in woods with no sign of a trace.

The passengers did wonder, with such surprise,

Who were these women, and what was their guise?

Some say they were spirits, come to take toll,

Others claimed they were wealthy, and had lost control.

The train it did move, but unease did remain,

As they looked to the forest, now dark and inane.

Days passed, and destination was reached,

But memory of bandits, for them never breached.

Years went by, and the tale was retold,

Of the mysterious women, in masks of black, so bold.

But truth was never found, and the legend did stay,

Of the bandits of the train, that fateful day.