In the dawn of time, when earth was young,
and mighty beasts through forests sprung,
There lived a tribe, both strong and keen,
Neanderthals, rarely seen.
Their world was wild, untamed and vast,
a canvas of nature’s unsurpassed,
With tools of stone and hearts so bold,
they lived their tales, now eons old.
In this age, imagine a sight,
a vision born of dream and night,
A tramway, strange and out of place,
in this ancient, primal space.
A chariot of future born,
in a time when man was torn,
Between the caves and starry skies,
where survival was the only prize.
The Neanderthals, with curious eyes,
beheld this beast with great surprise,
A track that stretched through forest deep,
where shadows lurk and secrets keep.
They saw in it a mighty tool,
to hunt the mammoth, strong and cruel,
For in their world, to hunt was to live,
to chase, to fight, to take and give.
So on this tramway, they set their course,
with spears in hand and no remorse,
A band of hunters, fierce and brave,
riding the rails nature gave.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
beneath the vast, unending sky,
They traveled far, in search of prey,
in the land where night meets day.
The tramway, silent, swift, and sure,
a serpent gliding, pure,
Led them through the ancient land,
where trees whispered secrets, grand.
They followed tracks laid by hands unseen,
through a world of emerald green,
A journey through the mists of time,
in rhythm with a primal rhyme.
As they rode, the world changed face,
from past to future, a seamless grace,
The tramway, a bridge through ages spun,
where past and present became one.
In their eyes, a fiery glow,
as they chased the mammoth through the snow,
A beast of fur and tusk and might,
a challenge for their hunting rite.
The clash was fierce, ‘neath the ancient sun,
a battle that must be won.
Spears flew like the winter’s breath,
in a dance of life and death.
The mammoth roared its final cry,
as arrows pierced the azure sky,
And the Neanderthals, with a triumphant yell,
marked the end of a hunt done well.
As they journeyed back on the tramway line,
under stars that forever shine,
They shared their tales of the hunt and chase,
in the glow of fire’s embrace.
Their voices rose in the night so clear,
songs of the wild, for all to hear,
A melody of an era lost,
in time’s unfathomable cost.
So let us remember, in stories old,
of a time so brave and bold,
When Neanderthals on tramways rode,
in a world where mysteries flowed.
In the era of the untamed earth,
where every moment was a rebirth,
They hunted with heart, and spirit, and might,
in the endless dance of day and night.
And thus, the tale comes to an end,
a fusion where times blend,
Of Neanderthals and tramways strange,
in a world of endless range.
A story of survival, wild and free,
in the canvas of history’s sea,
Where imagination takes its flight,
in the depths of the primal night.
