lilac stump
Note: I would really appreciate any sort of feedback or guidance on how to improve my poem 
Traipsing in the shade, along these rusty rails
Mind filled with rage, heart delicate and frail
It began with a tale, of two close friends
Who set sail, on a journey that never ends
Among their travels, they met an odd stranger
Who fought many battles, and warned us of danger
"Return to your homes, now safe and sound
Before finding your bones, buried in the ground."
A madman they thought, ignoring his delusions
But his warnings brought, terror and contusions
A thunderstorm arrived, in the midst of the night
It claimed Cyril's life, while Moses stood beside
Only had himself to blame, was grasped by pity
Retreated into shame, because he felt guilty
Imprisoned in a cage, enclosed with desolate bars
It's been an age, since Moses carried these scars
Could no longer bear, the misery and pain
Weeped in despair, awaiting the last train
Never felt betrayed, had nobody to trust
But still was afraid, of being left in the dust
Prepared to say goodbye, to his worthless life
When a cloak from the sky, brought truth to the lies
As the train came nigh, appeared Cyril to his surprise
Stared from up high, just before Moses' inevitable demise
Only then did he comprehend, the heartbreaking end
Cyril was never his friend, but Azrael, the angel of death...
woeful dagger