Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Screaming Jenny

Poor jenny was lighting a lamp
Late at night so that she could see
Along the tracks that she would tramp,
Looking for discarded for free.
Some sparks did fly and strike her clothes,
And suddenly, she was on fire.
Through the still air her screams arose.
In agony, her plight was dire.
And then a train came round the bend
Too late to stop. Jenny was struck.
Still screaming till the very end,
In life and death she had no luck

Ablaze on the tracks once each year,
There screaming Jenny does appear.