i am she was
Fandom: Doctor Who
Title: i am she was
Author: ten_and_a_rose
Characters: Tenth Doctor
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 289
Summary: considering her
Disclaimer: Does it need saying? I do not own the Doctor, more's the pity. The BBC can have him back when I'm done.
A/N: literary nonsense ahead. it's poetry, people, so run for your lives. ;)
i am she was
i chase the edge, the jagged brightblack in between of what is sane and what is mad with red in my veins
red in my veins and red in my eyes there is so much red she bleeds red
i am a weapon of mass destruction
she bleeds red so i told her i don’t dance but i lied i lied i lied
power is no gift and i have genocidal hands
she loves she trusts she needs so human fleeting fragile but she dances with me
i did i will i could slip one slip just one and Time itself will bleed
every timeline ends her, ends her in blood and bone and fire
i have Sight i see Time and in the end the multiverse ablaze
i lost her lost her somewhere there she shatters in a haze of red
leave me only ash and cinders in the void, the cataclysmic unhealable void
she is brief, passing through me in one moment only one
she would not love me if she knew the whole of me
yet she does know and she fears it but loves on still and i am stricken
i am not the lonely god, i am no god at all
partial jealous vengeful selfish - i am too weak for godhood
i feel as a man and i cannot be trusted
i would destroy all of creation for her only her
i feel as a man and men dream in their sleep
exquisite visions of her and my home in her promised forever
i dream and the waking is cruel and cold
the waking is waking alone
she danced with me there on the in between
she danced and she loved me.
She’s gone.
Title: i am she was
Author: ten_and_a_rose
Characters: Tenth Doctor
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 289
Summary: considering her
Disclaimer: Does it need saying? I do not own the Doctor, more's the pity. The BBC can have him back when I'm done.
A/N: literary nonsense ahead. it's poetry, people, so run for your lives. ;)
i am she was
i chase the edge, the jagged brightblack in between of what is sane and what is mad with red in my veins
red in my veins and red in my eyes there is so much red she bleeds red
i am a weapon of mass destruction
she bleeds red so i told her i don’t dance but i lied i lied i lied
power is no gift and i have genocidal hands
she loves she trusts she needs so human fleeting fragile but she dances with me
i did i will i could slip one slip just one and Time itself will bleed
every timeline ends her, ends her in blood and bone and fire
i have Sight i see Time and in the end the multiverse ablaze
i lost her lost her somewhere there she shatters in a haze of red
leave me only ash and cinders in the void, the cataclysmic unhealable void
she is brief, passing through me in one moment only one
she would not love me if she knew the whole of me
yet she does know and she fears it but loves on still and i am stricken
i am not the lonely god, i am no god at all
partial jealous vengeful selfish - i am too weak for godhood
i feel as a man and i cannot be trusted
i would destroy all of creation for her only her
i feel as a man and men dream in their sleep
exquisite visions of her and my home in her promised forever
i dream and the waking is cruel and cold
the waking is waking alone
she danced with me there on the in between
she danced and she loved me.
She’s gone.