Mal's Poetry Collection

The Wolf

And howl does the wolf when the moon shines bright
On a dark and mystifying, madman's night.

She created herself through the streams of time
the power of a goddess, truly divine.

He recalls when he saw her in his leather clad
His golden Rose, the infinite Bad

She created life and took it too
The power of the vortex hard to construe.

Heart of the TARDIS burns him inside out
Left her with feelings of worry and doubt.

The madman regenerated, new as can be
says to the wolf "You gave up on me."

That time had passed when the wolf ran wild
Deceived and lost, untimely exiled.

And howl does the wolf, or so it goes
To mourn her madman who echoes her woes.

He Doesn't Like Goodbyes

Trigger Warning: suicide

((I was sitting outside and this poem idea just popped out of no where. Sorry if it's too dark for some of you))


A brush of a hand
A whispering kiss
All the signs of promising bliss.
An oath not to leave
the struggle to stay
The Universe pulls the Doctor away.

An agonized cry
A lying word
Give it all just to be unheard.
The night at the shop
it all came undone
when he had told her simply to Run.

A few pounds of cash
A desire to win
leads her now to her ungodly sin.
Time can be rewritten
or so it was told
to one so warm yet frightfully cold.

A gun in her hand
A wound to the head
No doubt to any that she was dead.
He should not have left
Too late was it now
Rassilon, why did he break his vow?