Flare & Fade [Doctor Who Poetry]

Cold

Hanging
On for a moment
Destined to fall
Like snow;
All around us.

You grab his hand,
Hesitation, plain as
Fear creating waves of
Apprehension-mixed
Excitement that run
Through your veins.

A burning desire
To just run away
From an everyday
Life that you led.
It grows inside you
Eating away at everything
Sane.

The snow falls around us,
Slowly at first,
Melting on the ground
Dusting the ancient
Blue of a wooden box
That holds behind closed doors
The promise of a life time.

It begins to get cold
The wind growing
Stronger
As you debate
Where to go
With a man you've met
But hardly know.

Kind yet sad,
Happy yet quite mad
Broken and burdened
With a past of his own
You wonder if he feels the cold
As you do, on your skin.
The snow, falling around us.

Faster and faster
As time ticks by
Hiding footprints
In the past
Like old forgotten
Memories.

The snow has become a blizzard
Eeking out a harrowing living
Even though he promises safety
You can't help but wonder
If you should've turned back
By now, the question's never been answered

Those first two words;
They're what brought on this cold
Feeling of desperation
As you begin to realize
Just how far one would go
For a mad man in a box,
For a person they love
With both their hearts.

The snow surrounds us
You and I
As we wade through
Space and time.
Your hand in mine,
As snowflakes dust your eyes
Leaving you blind
To the danger he brings
With death by his side.

Falling, fading, breaking,
The cold leaves you frozen
Your breath like mist
As it leaves your body for
The last time.

As he walks away,
Snow piles up
Around you,
On top of you
Burying you
In its cold
Embrace.

Footprints dissapear
Like memories of days long gone
Of wonders seen and times undreamed.
In the distance,
A blue box takes off
Wheezing coughing motors turning,
Keys across an untuned piano.

An ancient man left again
Another companion
In the dust
Of time
As snow fell around us
Shivers run up your spine
But you can't help and say
"Yes."
Even as the snow around you
Begins to surround you

And you begin to feel the cold
Air drawing clear,
Breaths of mist
Tasting so real
As death draws near.

// Inspired by the song to the side (or in the multimedia section). \\