I haven't posted an update to anything in a long time. To be honest, I forgot this blog existed :P. My birthday was 2 days ago :D. Anyways, on to the purpose of this post, my really crappy poetry:
A blue box, floating through the void,
A man walking the path under heaviest of burdens, his mind gone numb
Only the hope of a companion's company keeping bouyed,
His mind to be splintered at the sound of drums.
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A lonely shadow, drifting through the dark,
Wanting only the company of another,
It's hope never to be fulfilled, still desperate for Vashta' Narada's spark,
The sanity it once held dear, now holding only by weight of a feather.
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The sworls of time, once unbroken,
Now quiver and shake at the touch of His presence,
He burns at the center of time, and at it's passing is woken,
A once innocent Lord of Time, now transformed by his brother's silence.
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The burden of Time's Lords ignites their souls just as wildfire,
Their method of coping, stoic and composed,
The gyres of time sparkling as sapphire,
The eternal journey, to another transposed.
Feedback from the 0 people who will read this (I'M SO LONELY :C) is appreciated.
