Light

by Akanesi

The Doctor's always runs on, never stops, always calling. He holds up the world and he's so tired.

One tiny light, carrying hope and love, always fighting to stay alive, charging on relentlessly, never pausing for breath, screaming out to the people who use it for themselves; shouting for release, for freedom.

One tiny light, carrying deception and evil, always growling with anger. Marching to war, never stopping to think of the pain it causes, roaring with rage and unleashing its fury on those around it: the innocent.

One tiny light, carrying friendship, finally calling heartbreak to the fray, unwilling to carry the burdens alone; the design comforting it in those last few moments of happiness before darkness enters, never to leave but always to kill.

One tiny light, carrying the world.

One tiny light; so tired now.