Analysis of Glory

Took the last train
Should have seen it coming
As we stood on the track
All silent in the dark
Watching him leave
In the gleam of the pale moonlight
A solitary figure, poised to take flight
No longer asking why, accepting
That he will try, as he took the last
Train on that autumn night
10 pm exact cause I checked the clock
Just as the porter looked at his pocket watch
With his familiar call of 'All Abooard!!!
He looked to his left and then to his right
Then with a salute, the train left last night.
I scrambled to the other end just as the whistle
Sounded. Clinging to the railings edge to get a better
view of the man with the striped hat in the main caboose.
The train riding along the canyon would be the last I knew
On that autumn night, as his legend grew.