Because I still miss Nine and Rose.
Embracing the flame
She is terrible, and she is beautiful. A deity, bright and burning as the sun. Scorching you - your little human.
She stands before you, arms spread wide and dispersing golden dew to twist and jitter in the air like tendrils.
Reaching out and curling. Just like mist.
They blind you, but you cannot tear your gaze from them, could never close your eyes despite the pain.
For time and space and life and death -that is what she holds within, is what she's become.
With all the terrifying weight of the vortex on her mind she looks at you. Hazel eyes now glowing and ablaze.
Not a girl's anymore.
She wants you safe – a fool, a murderer. Her Doctor. You'll carry her life on your conscience, too.
She speaks and in her voice there lies the whole of your existence, a knowledge far too great for anyone to bear. Grand and crushing it should have never been for her to wield.
She breaks and shatters with each breath that she takes – her life unravelling and fading while she twines the threads of her creation.
To lead herself here, to where she ends.
Another soul to perish in your wake.
Her body cries, her mind does, too. Because it knows, can feel the cracks that trench the shell.
Is left to serve the Wolf - fall silent when the howling sounds.
But never does she falter, gives so willingly what isn't hers to share. To die and fall to ashes, not to pull away.
Somewhere in the flame she dwells, an island in the scathing stream. Opening her heart to all the universe, its beat for once in tune with yours'.
She sees - so much, so little, all that might be and which never was. Sad and lonely with the burden of the future, trembling with the agony of what has passed.
The only one to know your sorrow, the only one to ever understand.
Inside your head you hear her scream, feel her tears upon your skin. Like a thousand shards - cutting, biting, drawing blood that only you see spilt.
And with her so does your world crumble, burning up the only light you know. So fast. So cruel. Because she lets it happen.
Will die for you - the last one of his kin.
A life so young, so brilliant, lost forever. Given as a sacrifice to time itself.
Will you really let her go? Can you run and bear her shadow – a wound that will not ever heal?
Through the air her whimper rolls like thunder, thrumming in your system, clawing at your hearts. Choking you and even you must breathe.
Like a Goddess under starlight she regards you, tells you what you ought to hear, without words. Shows that still there is a choice to make.
The beast is growling, wild and raging, devouring her – your pink and yellow girl. Only you can make it stop.
Invite it in to find a home. In you. To let her live.
The night, it waited oh so long for you and will you not embrace it? Knowing that you keep her safe.
One final act, one last deed. It is so easy.
Your life for her precious soul - how could you possibly pass up the offer.
And so you go, plead with her to understand because you know that she will hurt. Cannot ever comprehend.
But with your voice so sounds your hope, your love, your sorrow – to stay with her when long today has gone. In her mind and in her heart, so fragile, they will linger. Give her solace, evermore.
Your hands, they move to steady her and you lean in. One last time. The first.
A perfect moment.
To take the burning and the rain, the fire and the lightning. To fade as is your destiny.
For her.
When with your kiss you set her free.
