The Oldest Companion
Dedicated to all my Whovian friends, who wouldn't take no for an answer and dragged me into a world I'm never leaving.
It all started in a galaxy oh so far away,
On a planet going by the name Gallifrey,
They that walk in the shadows, they dwell in this place,
This rust colored orb, suspended in space.
With a sky colored orange, fields of red grass, and trees,
Reaching out over brown lakes with shining silver leaves.
The people that live here have more than one name,
Gallifreyan, or Time Lord, they're one in the same.
One may think they are human but that is untrue,
For inside they are different with not one heart but two.
Whenever death comes their own form they rewrite,
And reincarnate themselves in an explosion of light.
Time is line to us humans, it goes forwards not back,
But that particular restriction is something Time Lords lack.
For them time is not linear, not straight and defined,
They can go either direction, a life unconfined.
But they can't do this themselves, this space-time migration,
They need something we all do: a form of transportation.
A working space ship of a fanciful kind,
The best time-traveling object you could ever find.
With a list of abilities longer than you're tall,
With this ship the Time Lords could conquer it all!
But they choose not to, they observe, not causing any alarm,
For this power could easily cause inconceivable harm.
But the worst then occurred and it cannot be undone,
There were hundreds of Time Lords, and now there is one.
A man and a ship, drifting to and froe,
All of time at his fingertips and nowhere to go.
Loneliness is an illness of the soul,
A heart-crushing, mind-numbing, and sucking black hole.
The ship keeps his head above water, for she cares for the man,
To keep him alive, she does all that she can.
He still takes in companions to lessen the pain,
The humans comfort him, keeping him (mostly) sane.
And it always amuses her that when these humans arrive,
They never fail to say she's "bigger on the inside."
These companions are compasses in a sea of strife,
A direction to go in, a purpose in life.
They travel the cosmos (doesn't matter when),
Saving entire worlds time and time again.
But it's painful to watch from a position sublime,
While all you love, but not you, is a victim of time.
For ships turn with the wind, and compasses break,
And there's no time to mourn when more lives are at stake.
You find the best things in the most unlikely of places,
It's the same with companions in almost all cases.
With them life something you don't walk through, you skip,
An adventure through time on a flying space ship.
The ship is content, she's happy for the old man,
He's found joy and laughter in the best way he can.
She'll be there for him whenever he may roam,
The backbone supporting him, that one piece of home.
But she's not afraid to take charge, for there's a difference you see,
Between where he wants to go and where he ought to be.
In terms of destination she's prone to misbehave,
Because the universe needs him, and he needs someone to save.
He's had many a faithful companion it's true,
But the first and foremost is the box painted blue,
Swirling and diving through time's black abyss,
The Doctor and his oldest companion,
TARDIS.