A/N: After waiting for ages for an answer to my app to 'A Teaspoon and an Open Mind', I've given up, and decided to post my Doctor Who stuff on here. This is my collection of DW (mostly Doctor/Rose, but some, like the one below, are au general, ma cherie) poetry. Please don't laugh. Flamers will be exterminated. grins brightly Enjoy! 1 - THE STUFF OF LEGENDS
The Bad wolf dances with the Storm in her wake
Why not listen for listening's sake?
Green eyes, grey eyes, blue eyes, brown;
He'll keep talking without a sound
Whether aged or young or new or old
They'll always be stories about him told
With a heart so broken it beats in two
That's a heart for him and one for you
Gold and silver, white and blue
The last of the his race; his ship is too
Life is a thrill, perhaps it's a game
But how can you live without a name?
Time is relative, from front to back
It's too easily to see it in white and black
Denial's no river, as he could tell
Here's one being that's been there and back from hell
Now he's so child-like, brown eyes so bright
He flickers and grins when he sets things right
But cross him and you'll know the pain of a storm
He doesn't take chances – there's no chance for reform
He'll dance and he'll laugh as he does what you need
No patience for cruelty, wrongness or greed
He knows he's a genius, a god perhaps too,
And he says he's the Doctor and so you say-
Who?
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