I watched as a couple walked slowly
Along the sun dappled platform
They were happy and totally oblivious
Of the story of the screaming girl
Who is said to haunt this station
Searching for the lost coin of her youth
Which was taken from her on her last bed
She has never been seen
But is often heard screaming when the sun is high
There is a sunken platform shallow behind me
Which was constructed over a Fantome dans le metro
Which was a three hundred old plague pit
Quite why it was given this title is unclear
As we are in London and not Paris
The couple who passed me minutes ago
Have now vanished totally from sight
This has unnerved me as the final station exit
Is to my left under the circular bridge
They were walking in the opposite direction
I considered them lost their geography mistaken
And thought that they would rectify their error in time
My train has now been delayed it is likely to be cancelled
I am now alone on the platform which is normally quite busy
The station appears to be totally deserted
I have closed my eyes as the screaming
Has started again and the air is already chilled