Hello again! I'm back!
And staying up for finals. I'm such a bad bad girl.
And here's some Doctor Who poetry!!
Doctor
Once there was a traveler.
A Wanderer of the Skies,
Who drifted through the cracks,
Between space and Time.
This wanderer,
This traveler in his blue box,
Runs away, farther and farther,
Running from the blood on his soul.
Last of his race,
Time-traveler of the Ages,
Time Lord Victorious,
Living lonely solitude.
He is the Doctor,
He is of Ice and Fire and Rage,
He is the only benefactor
Of the Human Race.
Where others see a planet full
Of resources, slaves and strife,
The Doctor is the only one,
Who sees the Earth so full of Life.
He dances through Space and Time,
Running and running from a distant past,
Lone Time Lord, Last TARDIS,
He drowns in the sorrow and strives to the Light.
Donna
She was brilliant.
She was broken.
Her hair was a fiery halo,
Her eyes shone like stars.
For one moment,
For a second in Time,
She was the most beloved,
The most important,
The most cherished being,
Of the Universe.
Where she has forgotten,
The Universe remembers,
And sings to her lullabies,
Sings to her the Song of Creation,
In her dreams.
Waiting
He waited for millennia for her,
For the one he promised his life to,
For the one he swore to die with,
For the one he killed when not himself.
When she slept, dreams full of Light and Dark,
He protected her from Fire,
From storms and kings,
From Gods and Demons alike.
He was the Lone Centurion.
He was Rory.
Who loved Amy.
The Doctor Dreams
When the Doctor dreams, he dreams of blood.
He dreams of lightning, and shadow and ice,
Of a war long past yet still going,
Of a time where blood soaked his world.
He dreams of the screams for mercy,
Of insanity laughing from above,
Of skies tainted black with smoke and death,
Of the Voices pleading him to stop.
He dreams of what could have been,
Dreams of the loves he could have had,
Of his family and friends and that red sky,
Of fields bending with the wind,
And two boys running without a care.
Doctor Reprise
Once there was a Time Lord,
One who held the universe in his hands,
He shines and glows with the light of fate,
And shadows cling to the light he sheds.
His name is the Doctor,
He is Fire and Ice and Rage,
He is Time Lord Victorious,
And the last of his race.
He travels through space and time,
Dancing with his little big blue box,
Flying freely, dancing in the sky,
Running from blood and pain and loss.
His Song is of freedom,
Of peace and love and light,
Of being the best and brightest,
Of making a mark on time.
And here's some Doctor Who poetry!!
Doctor
Once there was a traveler.
A Wanderer of the Skies,
Who drifted through the cracks,
Between space and Time.
This wanderer,
This traveler in his blue box,
Runs away, farther and farther,
Running from the blood on his soul.
Last of his race,
Time-traveler of the Ages,
Time Lord Victorious,
Living lonely solitude.
He is the Doctor,
He is of Ice and Fire and Rage,
He is the only benefactor
Of the Human Race.
Where others see a planet full
Of resources, slaves and strife,
The Doctor is the only one,
Who sees the Earth so full of Life.
He dances through Space and Time,
Running and running from a distant past,
Lone Time Lord, Last TARDIS,
He drowns in the sorrow and strives to the Light.
Donna
She was brilliant.
She was broken.
Her hair was a fiery halo,
Her eyes shone like stars.
For one moment,
For a second in Time,
She was the most beloved,
The most important,
The most cherished being,
Of the Universe.
Where she has forgotten,
The Universe remembers,
And sings to her lullabies,
Sings to her the Song of Creation,
In her dreams.
Waiting
He waited for millennia for her,
For the one he promised his life to,
For the one he swore to die with,
For the one he killed when not himself.
When she slept, dreams full of Light and Dark,
He protected her from Fire,
From storms and kings,
From Gods and Demons alike.
He was the Lone Centurion.
He was Rory.
Who loved Amy.
The Doctor Dreams
When the Doctor dreams, he dreams of blood.
He dreams of lightning, and shadow and ice,
Of a war long past yet still going,
Of a time where blood soaked his world.
He dreams of the screams for mercy,
Of insanity laughing from above,
Of skies tainted black with smoke and death,
Of the Voices pleading him to stop.
He dreams of what could have been,
Dreams of the loves he could have had,
Of his family and friends and that red sky,
Of fields bending with the wind,
And two boys running without a care.
Doctor Reprise
Once there was a Time Lord,
One who held the universe in his hands,
He shines and glows with the light of fate,
And shadows cling to the light he sheds.
His name is the Doctor,
He is Fire and Ice and Rage,
He is Time Lord Victorious,
And the last of his race.
He travels through space and time,
Dancing with his little big blue box,
Flying freely, dancing in the sky,
Running from blood and pain and loss.
His Song is of freedom,
Of peace and love and light,
Of being the best and brightest,
Of making a mark on time.