What's not enough, is what has been,
For a hungry mouth, fueled on sin,
Greedy and all-powerful,
You liken yourself to a God.
But you're not.
Little ol' Marry,
The vessel of songs,
History vast and powerful, in her head.
They don't walk away,
Because "Basically... Run!"
Is the motto of the day,
Past and present, a ring to save,
She sings the great God to sleep,
While the Doctor gives his memories.
Take mine,
You have it all!
Because there's no time,
No space,
Just him.
'Tis not enouh for that greedy face,
So Clara comes to save the day.
The most important leaf in human history,
Of times unseen, of her mothers' dreams.
They have saved the day,
And saw something awesome,
Her mothers' ring, safely returned,
Clara leaves, for another turn.
Yet he is still intrigued,
This girl twice dead,
She's not possible!
I know this is a little late, but I still wanted to write a poem, so here we have the poem for the Rings of Akhaten!
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Doctor Who Poetry (Volume I)
FanfictionI am and always will be the σρтιмιsт, The нσρεя of far-flung нσρεs and ∂яεαмεя of ιмρяσвαвℓε ∂яεαмs. [The Almost People] Doctor Who Poetry celebrates the long-running British sci-fy show "Doctor Who" with a collection of fifty poems inspired by epi...
