Submissions by Mercia

I'm standing on a platform, on the northern line,
It's busy and it's crowded, but at least the trains on time,
The bodies thick around me, waiting for their ride,
The wash of human traffic, rushing like a tide.

We stand there waiting, gollum-like, staring at the ads,
Of all the latest trends and tech, of all the modern fads,
When suddenly, I feel a chill, unlike the normal kind,
No real breeze upon my skin, just whispers in my mind.

I sense that some thing's close to me, right behind my back,
And now I want that train to come rushing down the...

Is that someone I see there, hidden by the gloom?
Please come nearer if you dare, I can make a little room,
Have you just arrived my friend, confused and feeling weird?
It's bad, I know, I'll not pretend, you've been commandeered.

I know you must be very scared, to be here in this place,
And I guess that you can't see me, though I can see your face,
My eyes have grown accustomed to this pitch black atmosphere,
It'll take a little while but soon I might appear.

It's probably for best though, so we've got time to chat,
And I can introduce you to...