The Lonely God

He was a tall, dark stranger

With eyes like withered leaves

A chip on his shoulder

An uncertain sort of vulnerability

He was the kind of lost

That knew it would never be found

The kind of sad that can't catch its breath

You could smell it on his skin

In the dust that rose off him

As he brushed impatiently past you

Playing a game he could

Only ever lose

Life and death were nothing to him

The oncoming storm

Angel of time

He wrought fire with his footsteps

The unwilling God among mortals

With all of time and space

All the stars at his fingertips

But always alone

Searching for something

You could see by the set of his shoulders

As he raised his eyes to heaven

Those endless eyes pleading

The people he loved left scattered behind him

Dead ages past, their lives worn away

Turned to a dust his tears could not rouse

While he lived on in cursed agelessness

A boyish smile, ungainly stride

Gazing as though wonder still meant something

Splendour lost to him

He knew entropy like no other

Sooner or later they all die

Or leave, or get lost

Somewhere in his reckless path

Gone, one way or another

This splendid man

This childish, ancient

Wonderful man

Standing always on the edge

If all this, you could see and know

In a single heartbeat

In one fleeting glance

Would you walk through time with him?

Could you?

Knowing

That it would end in tears

It would end in blood

If you knew

Would you look into those eyes?

Dancing and timeless and terrible

Would you hold his hand?

Little old you

And him, with all the things

He's seen and done

Little blue box

He was a tall, dark stranger

And you took his hand

Met his gaze and smiled

And said, "I forgive you"

Ancient and hunched

Wondering if the stars had any mercy left

His name, it echoed through time and space

From the beginning to the end

The Lonely God

The Oncoming Storm

The Doctor

Doctor Who?