"The Shadows of Humanity: A Train to Busan"

In the depths of darkness, a train departs,

To Busan it journeys, where hope finds its start,

Where courage and desperation intertwine,

An ode to their struggle, in Owen's haunting rhyme.

Oh, weary souls, bound for a distant shore,

In Wilfred Owen's voice, your tale we explore,

A train's relentless passage, through shadows and plight,

In this poetic journey, your presence shines bright.

In Owen's voice, let us contemplate,

The horrors of war and the human condition,

An ode to their struggle, both love and hate,

In this tragic landscape, where lives find submission.

For "Train to Busan," a narrative unfolds,

Where survival and sacrifice hold hands,

A battle against darkness, where fear beholds,

In a world where hope's flame still stands.

Oh, Wilfred Owen, lend thy poignant verse,

To honor the bravery in this tragic tale,

A symphony of courage, where pain and love converse,

In this poetic realm, where souls prevail.

In their journey, the shadows grow near,

As passengers face the undead's cruel plight,

A fight for survival, where hope's ember sears,

In a world where darkness threatens to ignite.

Through trials faced, their spirits unite,

As they confront the horror that surrounds,

A battle against death's eternal night,

In a world where bravery knows no bounds.

Oh, "Train to Busan," a testament profound,

In Owen's echoes, your story unfolds,

An ode to courage, where souls resound,

And the fragility of life's tapestry enfolds.

So, let this poetry sing of their valiant quest,

Of "Train to Busan's" journey, both grim and true,

In a realm of shadows, where humanity's put to the test,

Their story celebrated, in verses that echo anew.