The Doctor by QuenHe's old, so old,The Doctor by Quen by QuenWrites
older than life itself,
who knows what it is to be human
better than humans themselves.
Looking into his eyes
is like gazing into time itself,
as though he has spent so long in the vortex
that it's image is ingrained on his irises,
or maybe it is the haunting memory
of the Untempered Schism,
because he is still running.
He just travels,
he never stands still,
policing all of time and space,
healing the wounds in the fabric of the universe.
He wanders perpetually,
never sure of his direction,
always so lost,
because he is yet to find home.
MiragesAcross this empty landMirages by FearlessEagle
I see you, your silhouette
Or at least I think I do
Blowing your hair
You're just standing there
I think you're looking at me
So I mount my horse
And run to you
You're further away
Than you seemed
It seems like forever
Across these plains
If I scream, will you hear my pains?
Don't tell me I'm chasing illusions
All these mirages are confusing me
I really could do with a drink
And a fresh pair of eyes so I could see
Reaching out my hands
Hope to feel you there
But I open my eyes
And realise you are nowhere
ShatteredYour silent, inner screaming,Shattered by mirrorsEverywhere
Is awakening long gone demons.
All those nights you spent there,
Dreaming of beginnings,
Shattered like the long ago swept up glass,
Of your last full bottle,
The ghost lying on the cold tile floor.
Your heart down the drain,
Along with all else you hold dear.
Promises on your lips.
A bitter aftertaste of life without its bliss.