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Post by »BI_ã!d I)r\/\/g« on Sept 23, 2007 1:45:24 GMT -5
When he was grief stricvken he had no attention span.he stood and walked out again,stopping to pick up the book,frowning slightly. |
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Post by .{.Zeecarian.}. on Sept 23, 2007 1:46:26 GMT -5
One the first page was this:
Passerby
Can you read between the lines?
All the lies passing ,and passing by.
How can you say you will be fine ,
when you know that is just a lie.
Why do you tell me youll be okay?
Only to find you gone-dead- the next day.
With sleep apon thy brow , and coldness in thy skin ,
I shall pay my last repects , from I -Your only kin.
Yet thou shall not shead a single tear , for there is nothing more to fear.
You've gone and passed , 'good' times never last.
Twisted in tangals , maganged among the thorns , you may cough , you may scorn.
While there she lays-tattered and torn.
To the last day thou hath sworn-to never let go , and never to mourn.
With sheathing darkness consuming our blue skies, a small moment becomes my passerby.
Thy heart be cold- and thy eyes be dead-and thy body may fleet from all life.
Glory did so much for you , and you rushed to that glory with such rising steps-
that you failed to notice your trip.
Now thy art falling down again-and thy shall be lifted forevermore.
Whether by the courus of angels draped in white lace ,
or lifted below by devils clothed in thier chains-
Life shall pass thee by , and you become my passerby.
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Post by »BI_ã!d I)r\/\/g« on Sept 23, 2007 1:47:49 GMT -5
Love that poem!!its really good zee-claps- My cbox is working now.
He read it,and tilted his head slightly.He,being a Time Lord,wrote poems about time. |
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Post by .{.Zeecarian.}. on Sept 23, 2007 1:52:54 GMT -5
Eeek! -Hides and huggles then hides again-
On the next page was another poem...
Sleep Now
Sleep Now
Sometime while llost deep in the nights sarrow ,
a light of tomorrow showed.
Though tomorrow this was no more , now today.
She wanders on however , never forgetting that moment.
She stumbles , she falls , she lays , she crawls.
Now its gotten up her nails , the blood and dirt as she claws.
Lifting to her feet , the fabric is ripped with a swift and quick tear.
And all I can do is watch as she stumbles on.
Her eyes no longer have that twinkle I once beheld so easily.
And the dancing is gone from her movements.
Thy is not the one I knew!
So queit your sarrow , and drown it in the light.
Queit now , sleep now.
Not a word shall pass your tender lips...
Hush now , sleep now.
Time now , lay down , lay back .
Sleep now.The night is over now.
Her eyes close , and they do close for the last , final time as the light comes over.
And breathing ceases , and the sarrow creases into the ground , finding some other soul to behold its deathly posions.
She begins to cool , eyes dead , forevermore. A hand is silently passed over , and their gaze is immortally silenced.
And I? And I... Just watch.
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Post by »BI_ã!d I)r\/\/g« on Sept 23, 2007 1:54:46 GMT -5
Deep down he wondered if they implied anything.Little did he know it but his own book was in Praesul's room.
-beams and returns huggles- |
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Post by .{.Zeecarian.}. on Sept 23, 2007 1:58:02 GMT -5
-Hates sucky poems but doesnt have any others to post-
Nameless..yes thats the name...
Hush Now
Hush...Its okay now. You're alright now. I wont hurt you anymore darling.
Hush... The stars are out now , time for you to sleep now ,dream now.
Shh... Oh be still... You wont feel the pain anymore , I promise.
Hush.... Dont cry for me , please? Ill always be here , so dream now...
Hush... It wont hurt so much anymore,can you understand? It wont hurt anymore.
Shh... I wont have all this anymore. I know it seems unfair , but I can dream now.Sleep now..
Hush...I promise ill be alright. Dont worry , 'cause im always around.
Hush... There will be whispered words,i wont leave forever. So dream now darling.
Shh.. The grip is lost now,im now longer posioned.. Dream now. It wont hurt anymore.
Hush , sweetie. Dont cry , crying is for the weak. So hush now , dream now.
Hush... It doesnt hurt anymore. We're free now. Sleep now darling, hush now...So dream now.
In her room , Praesul picked up the book and opened it.
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Post by »BI_ã!d I)r\/\/g« on Sept 23, 2007 2:00:08 GMT -5
The first one was the destruction of Gallifrey.It read:
Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mind
To worldly things are sharp, but to me blind;
To me, who took eyes that I might you find:
Was ever grief like mine?
The Princes of my people make a head
Against their Maker: they do wish me dead,
Who cannot wish, except I give them bread:
Was ever grief like mine?
Without me each one, who doth now me brave,
Had to this day been an Egyptian slave.
They use that power against me, which I gave:
Was ever grief like mine?
Mine own Apostle, who the bag did bear,
Though he had all I had, did not forebear
To sell me also, and to put me there:
Was ever grief like mine?
For thirty pence he did my death devise,
Who at three hundred did the ointment prize,
Not half so sweet as my sweet sacrifice:
Was ever grief like mine?
Therefore my soul melts, and my heart's dear treasure
Drops blood (the only beads) my words to measure:
O let this cup pass, if it be thy pleasure:
Was ever grief like mine?
These drops being temper'd with a sinner's tears,
A Balsam are for both the Hemispheres:
Curing all wounds but mine; all, but my fears,
Was ever grief like mine?
Yet my Disciples sleep: I cannot gain
One hour of watching; but their drowsy brain
Comforts not me, and doth my doctrine stain:
Was ever grief like mine?
Arise, arise, they come. Look how they run.
Alas! what haste they make to be undone!
How with their lanterns do they seek the sun!
Was ever grief like mine?
With clubs and staves they seek me, as a thief,
Who am the way of truth, the true relief;
Most true to those, who are my greatest grief:
Was ever grief like mine?
The Doctor flipped through it. |
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Post by .{.Zeecarian.}. on Sept 23, 2007 2:04:19 GMT -5
There was many , alot of them seemed to be about death ,...or atleast seemed so. One was a bit mor edisturbing than the others.
Come out to play with me .
See if you can stay alive.
Lets dodge the graves.
It is my favorite game.
Help me...Help me...
Lets shadow jealousy.
See if you can remain alive.
Lets dance around the graves.
Its a quite pleasurable game.
Help me.
Help me.
Hear their cries ,
see through their lies.
Help me.
Help me.
Shall we shadow their departures?
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Post by »BI_ã!d I)r\/\/g« on Sept 23, 2007 2:06:27 GMT -5
He made the connection between the dreams and the poem and put the book down,frowning.The next one in his book read:
Alone in the darkness where no one can hear,
Sitting on a stool of isolation,
Looking around, afraid to get up,
You may lose your chair to the darkness.
Being alone, being alone,
What could be worse at this time?
No one to sit near, no one to talk to,
It is all just an obstacle in the maze of life.
Shadowed in the bushes at one point,
Illuminated by sunlight at another,
Then back to the shadow of isolation. |
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Post by .{.Zeecarian.}. on Sept 23, 2007 2:16:49 GMT -5
She read it , and frowned slightly , tired and her eyes blurring.
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Post by »BI_ã!d I)r\/\/g« on Sept 23, 2007 2:20:34 GMT -5
There was one more,marked this morning,when gallifrey blew up.
I have watched the bright dawn awaking,
And noted each changing light,
As the sun, in its morning splendour,
Dispelled the dark gloom of night.
I have welcomed its bright rays stealing
Over hill-top, and wood, and dell;
Yet, my joy was alloyed with sorrow,
As I bade the bright stars "Farewell". |
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Post by .{.Zeecarian.}. on Sept 23, 2007 2:21:22 GMT -5
She read the last one , and closed the book.
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Post by »BI_ã!d I)r\/\/g« on Sept 23, 2007 2:22:23 GMT -5
The Doctor closed the book and out it down,sitting back in his chair. |
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Post by .{.Zeecarian.}. on Sept 23, 2007 2:23:10 GMT -5
SHe walked out , seeing her book there.
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Post by »BI_ã!d I)r\/\/g« on Sept 23, 2007 2:23:51 GMT -5
He was looking for his under the console. |
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