Ma boys dead and shredded by a tyrain?

My sons were tragically killed and gruesomely mangled by a train. The location is a cold, desolate railway track cutting through a bleak winter landscape, the snow dusting the harsh metal of the tracks. The train is an old locomotive, belching grey smoke into the bleak sky, add to the solemn atmosphere. My sons, now just unidentifiable pieces scattered gruesomely along the tracks, a horrific testament to the power of the speeding, unstoppable machine. Their spirits,