Whilst think up new ways to procrastinate, I came up with this. A poem about Rose and the Doctor. It would be more effective if it would let me save the spaces, but it won't so it will have to do. I hope you like it.
Diclaimer: I hereby acknowledge the BBC as the sole proprietor of all things Doctor Who.
Rose
A fragile thing, heart creased by life. Met
a man—
Doctor. Broken hearted, torn by the winds
of time,
In a literal, sense of course must made from
unfathomable things, a simple smile unravelling all.
Sparks burned once again—
Flew from fiery eyes, on adventures
She nearly died, a hundred times
over he hurt again. Just another human to defend—
Liar.
That heart is more than another, such
warmth and beauty ill disguised.
Lucifer warned of battle, in stars he saw himself saying
Goodbye—
To the one he,
dare not say, in case of truth behind the words of all he defied,
Bad wolf—
A name not uncommon to the lost child's eyes
Dårlig Ulv—
Fading, slipping away into the
distance.
A lost chance, he never said…lied to himself
Liar.
To her.
Crying out to say those three words—
but the Lonely God can only have company for so long, too late,
can't come back—
She's gone.