As we are all well aware, time is not a strict, linear progression of cause to effect. That in mind (and River and the Doctor's timey-wimey relationship), feel free to read this poem out of order from stanza to stanza. It most certainly will not make any sense, but in all honesty, I think that is an accurate representation of the pair. Open to interpretation. Criticism welcome, as always.
I recommend first reading it rigidly beginning to end in order to understand the themes. After that, it's whatever the heck you make of it.
The day the Doctor lost his mind
Was a day he visited River Song.
Sitting in Stormcage, alone, alone,
She wasn't alone for long.
Just a month or two
Since she'd seen him last,
She welcomed him back;
They reacquainted fast.
Dragging out journals
And studying closely,
"Done Luleraine?"
"Yes! Well, mostly..."
The guards unaware of her visitor,
Or even a disturbance at all,
Were playing a game of poker,
Separated by a metre of wall.
Once the formalities were through
And timestreams established well,
Each eyed the other cheekily,
And into the TARDIS they fell!
From adventures afar
To longish nights spent in,
The Doctor and River were reckless,
Living from sin to sin.
On top of their world
And universe and existence,
A match made in heaven:
A god and his nemesis.
A weapon and her target,
A hand within a glove,
A husband and his wife,
A house cat and a dove.
River and the Doctor:
They're unconventional, yes.
Toss the TARDIS in, too,
And you've got only the best!
Tongue-in-cheek sass
And cleverness abound,
It's delight and splendour
Almost all around.
His face is always changing,
And hers never will again.
He's drifting, trapped in time,
And the Library is her chain.
A tragedy for the history books
A love that's lost in time.
Timestreams are reversed, you know;
It certainly is a crime.
Everything is backwards
For this forbidden pair,
And it begins within an ending,
With that unknowing stare.
Such fervour despite the strains
Of nonpermanence and obscurity!
Their meetings are ordered poorly,
And always deficient in surety.
Cosmic love* that knows
No boundaries and no rules:
To assume anything but
Would make for such a fool!
From Melody to River
To Ten, Eleven, Twelve,
From ending to beginning,
From heaven down to Hell.
The Woman Who Kills the Doctor
And the Oncoming Storm (to some).
"You and me, time and space.
"You watch us run!"
*credit for this phrase goes to the song "Cosmic Love" by the brilliant Florence & the Machine, in which it is coined.
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