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Through time and space, a metal box shambles;
a wizened gray man holds tight to controls
as brakes growl and history scrambles.
"I'm the Doctor! I choose where we amble!"
Stars surrounding the box slow, stuttering--
for some minutes, a long-winded ramble
leaves the Doctor reaching for his lost soul.
Through time and space, a metal box shambles
as metal men walk across Earth below.
Adjusting his sleeves, he frowns, muttering.
"I don't know, I don't know. It's a gamble."
Across the wide TARDIS, the Doctor strolls
as brakes growl and history scrambles.
The lurching box is too much to handle--
throwing levers, he keeps it hovering
to survey the world's flat-footed mammals
kept straight in strict lines by metal patrols.
Through time and space, a metal box shambles
as the Doctor searches for a loophole--
a way to break without discovery
the metal men's harsh, destructive mantle.
In a run-away box, the Doctor holds
as brakes growl and history scrambles.
For some moments, a long-winded ramble
leaves the wise man lost in his crying soul.
Through time and space, a metal box shambles
as brakes growl, and his story scrambles.
a wizened gray man holds tight to controls
as brakes growl and history scrambles.
"I'm the Doctor! I choose where we amble!"
Stars surrounding the box slow, stuttering--
for some minutes, a long-winded ramble
leaves the Doctor reaching for his lost soul.
Through time and space, a metal box shambles
as metal men walk across Earth below.
Adjusting his sleeves, he frowns, muttering.
"I don't know, I don't know. It's a gamble."
Across the wide TARDIS, the Doctor strolls
as brakes growl and history scrambles.
The lurching box is too much to handle--
throwing levers, he keeps it hovering
to survey the world's flat-footed mammals
kept straight in strict lines by metal patrols.
Through time and space, a metal box shambles
as the Doctor searches for a loophole--
a way to break without discovery
the metal men's harsh, destructive mantle.
In a run-away box, the Doctor holds
as brakes growl and history scrambles.
For some moments, a long-winded ramble
leaves the wise man lost in his crying soul.
Through time and space, a metal box shambles
as brakes growl, and his story scrambles.
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DFC 2014 IS HERE!Every single year I say that I will get this organised way earlier, and every year I spent 2 or more days raging at a screen.Day 13--Gra Reformata
But it is so rewarding to see you all do this and it's those feelings are always very short-lived so I keep doing it year after year.
This year featuring 31 forms that I haven't featured before. I went hunting for forms and had a lot of fun.
WHO'S READY FOR MORE DFC? I KNOW I AM!Please check out The DFC Form Chart 2014. All of the days are outlined with forms and prompts and explanations for each.
It is 27 line poem that features couplets in between classic villanelle tercets. The rhyme/refrain scheme is as follows:
A1, b, A2 | b, c | a, b, A1 | b, c | a, b, A2 | b, c, | a, b, A1 | b, c | a, b, A2 | a, b, A1, A2
This may or may not be the WORST THING EVER. Also, fan fiction--I'm sure you all already know what of because obvious is obvious is obvioooooous.
This is a poem written for SurrealCachinnation as part of her 10 Wishes Project . I hope she likes it.
December 13th, 2014
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Hi betwixtthepages, this piece has been featured as a part of Octacula projectdfc.deviantart.com/blog… in ProjectDFC and also in my journal kiwi-damnation.deviantart.com/… . Thank you for writing such a great piece.