TITLE: The Doctor
AUTHOR: Spade Aceman
SUMMARY: Those familiar with 'The Tiger' by William Blake may experience a spot of déjà vu whilst reading this...
NOTES: This poem unexpectedly presented itself to me in the midst of "Yes, it's another amazing 0 Replies Thread" at the Outpost Gallifrey Doctor Who Forum, sometime back in September. In the spirit of that thread, I'd like to give a "super mondo-mega thanks" to William Blake for writing a poem that has become so completely etched into my brain.
DISCLAIMER: The BBC owns the Doctor and the TARDIS. Though I'll bet the Doctor himself would be a bit surprised if he ever found *that* out...
THE DOCTOR
Doctor! Doctor! shining bright
In the TARDIS vortex flight,
What created hand or eye
Could tame thy fearful mystery?
In what distant worlds or skies
Shone the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
Who against him dare conspire?
And what creatures, and what arts,
Could twist the sinews of thy hearts?
And when those hearts began to beat,
What evil canst thou not defeat?
What your title? in what flame
Shone your one mysterious name?
Ancient ones revealed at last
In your Gallifreyan past?
When evil ones threw down their spears,
After far too many years,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he fight, himself to free?
Doctor! Doctor! shining bright
In the TARDIS vortex flight,
What created hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful mystery?
AUTHOR: Spade Aceman
SUMMARY: Those familiar with 'The Tiger' by William Blake may experience a spot of déjà vu whilst reading this...
NOTES: This poem unexpectedly presented itself to me in the midst of "Yes, it's another amazing 0 Replies Thread" at the Outpost Gallifrey Doctor Who Forum, sometime back in September. In the spirit of that thread, I'd like to give a "super mondo-mega thanks" to William Blake for writing a poem that has become so completely etched into my brain.
DISCLAIMER: The BBC owns the Doctor and the TARDIS. Though I'll bet the Doctor himself would be a bit surprised if he ever found *that* out...
THE DOCTOR
Doctor! Doctor! shining bright
In the TARDIS vortex flight,
What created hand or eye
Could tame thy fearful mystery?
In what distant worlds or skies
Shone the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
Who against him dare conspire?
And what creatures, and what arts,
Could twist the sinews of thy hearts?
And when those hearts began to beat,
What evil canst thou not defeat?
What your title? in what flame
Shone your one mysterious name?
Ancient ones revealed at last
In your Gallifreyan past?
When evil ones threw down their spears,
After far too many years,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he fight, himself to free?
Doctor! Doctor! shining bright
In the TARDIS vortex flight,
What created hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful mystery?