Power of Words.
Every so often, I get inspired to write poetry about Doctor Who, so I decided to start posting them. Usually about Doomsday, but I try to mix it up. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Blah Blah Blah, I don't own DW, David Tennant, Christopher Eccleston, or Matt Smith. :(
Poem from the perspective of the Doctor on Doomsday as Rose is slipping.
Slipping Lever
Please just hold on a little longer.
We've come to the end of the unending war.
I know it's hard to keep clinging on,
As around us the battle rages .
And I know it is a lot to ask of you,
To keep fighting when your arms are so weary
From holding me up to fight the foes, we've faced.
I swear I will protect you when this is all over.
You will want for nothing and I will be your shelter.
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry you have to be strong right now
When this is not at all your fight, but mine.
Yet at the beginning, you slipped your hand in mine,
Letting our fingers intertwine like perfect matching pieces to a puzzle,
And gave me your sweet promise of forever, forever at my side.
And as the battle rages, as I watch you slowly begin to slip away,
I see that promise slipping too; your fingers one by one loosing grip.
No, please, please, don't let go.
Please just hold on just a little longer.