Disclaimer:
Moulin Rouge belongs to O Brilliant Bazziekins.Author's Note:
A little poem-that-was-supposed-to-be-a-fic-but-alas-is-not about The Doctor's good ol' addiction to Absinthe.Dedication:
For Norah, who inspired the idea and my determination to write some semi-decent poetry. :-) Sure, it's no Shades of Grey, but thankfully, it's no Elephant Love Melody (cough) either. Merry Christmas, dearie.Addiction
She's a Star
Ensnared.
Will you ever stop stealing me away?
You subtly danced your way through my veins.
Seamlessly take my life in your hands
With your coquetry
Your ethereal sparkle;
Softly glowing gossamer wings too delicate to brush against my
Unworthy callused fingers.
I watch you; so fragile, so delicately
Weaving yourself into my soul as
Malicious undercurrents mingle with flighty giggles
And an airy voice's teasing song.
I beg for you to release me;
I hate that I've fallen prey to you and
I no longer live for myself, but
Rather for the excruciating sensation of
An acid green liquid
Washing down my throat and
Stealing my soul
As you hold me prisoner
And I endlessly drown in
(Sparkling.
Yearning.
Wanting.
Pleading.
Crying.)
You.