Lady Beatrice

Two railway carriages one blue and one chocolate and cream
Were dreaming in the shade of the heavy trees
I soon found the Lady Beatrice
She was naked save for a crimson cloth loosely held
With the upmost respect I touched her pale breast
And felt her soft heart beating beneath
Twilight was drawing its veil over the thinning day
So I carried the Lady Beatrice towards the redundant carriages
I there placed her into the arms of love
Who told me to leave and await our final meeting