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Poem: The Song of Song.
THE SONG OF SONG
I.
On a lost world of silent shadows
The tides of history touched the Forest of the Dead
When the Lord of Time met an Impossible Astronaut
(for the first time)
(for the last time)
She was River Song
And he read the weight and shape of their story
In her eyes, her touch, her secrets
her sacrifice
He can never save her, but
He can catch her when she falls
II.
Once upon a time there was a girl,
a miracle (a weapon) woven and given shape
by the dreams of the last TARDIS
and the malice of Silence
She was ancient myth made flesh,
the herald of truth and transformation
when the demons ran
and the Doctor fell
- the day everything changed
III.
A bride, she stood unyielding before her groom
untold lives hanging in the balance
(and found wanting
against the life of the one)
as her love stopped time
But the King conceded and the mountains moved,
and all the worlds were reborn from the touch of her lips
(you may kiss the bride)
I.
On a lost world of silent shadows
The tides of history touched the Forest of the Dead
When the Lord of Time met an Impossible Astronaut
(for the first time)
(for the last time)
She was River Song
And he read the weight and shape of their story
In her eyes, her touch, her secrets
her sacrifice
He can never save her, but
He can catch her when she falls
II.
Once upon a time there was a girl,
a miracle (a weapon) woven and given shape
by the dreams of the last TARDIS
and the malice of Silence
She was ancient myth made flesh,
the herald of truth and transformation
when the demons ran
and the Doctor fell
- the day everything changed
III.
A bride, she stood unyielding before her groom
untold lives hanging in the balance
(and found wanting
against the life of the one)
as her love stopped time
But the King conceded and the mountains moved,
and all the worlds were reborn from the touch of her lips
(you may kiss the bride)

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OK, so in reality I'm over here, blushing and mumbling and *beaming*! Thank you!
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Thank you! :)
I'm such a River fan, it's not even funny!
You're telling *me*? River is the thing my whole fannish existence revolves around...
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Congratulations--you're a poet now ; ) How does it feel? I hereby bestow upon you the traditional beret and aura of insufferable abstractedness *bestows*
(Sorry I couldn't get back to you again, but looks like you really didn't need me : )
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Thank you for everything!
How does it feel?
Weird. (See conversation elsewhere.) I done a poem!
I hereby bestow upon you the traditional beret and aura of insufferable abstractedness *bestows*
Heee! (I'm sure it'll fit very well as an extension of my current meta-headed-ness.)
(Sorry I couldn't get back to you again, but looks like you really didn't need me : )
Well, I realised that I didn't want to change anything. So I posted it! :)
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My background is poetry first, before i started writing fic, so i did it the opposite way round to you! I was petrified when i posted my first fic!
Kudos <3
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♥ ♥ ♥
My background is poetry first, before i started writing fic, so i did it the opposite way round to you! I was petrified when i posted my first fic!
Funny thing, isn't it? (I love how compact poetry is - this poem encompasses vast quantities of meta...) And you've reminded me that I am *hopelessly* behind on [your] fic reading. /o\
Kudos <3
Thank you! *hugs*
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(That's exactly what I was aiming for! *squishes you*)
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*HUGS*
Have a lovely vacay - you've earned it!
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And ooooh, holiday is... bliss. <3
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