A poem about Rose Tyler
Eyes of Autumn Brown.
Lips of Pastel Pink.
Hair of Trembling Sunlight.
And a Mind that dare not Blink.
In every step she takes, love comes to mind.
As she guards her fearless Doctor
From the False Gods of Time.
She looks into the Heart,
Dauntless as she does.
She rose as The Wolf,
and lets neither die,
but burns in the sunlight for she can not survive.
9 and 10 were hers,
She was with him through it all!
Years it's been since then,
Since she's traveled by his side.
Once they traveled through the stars,
To lands both near and far.
She left her pack behind, for him,
For where she wished to go,
They could dare not follow.
Adventure after Adventure,
Battle after Battle,
The Wolf and her Doctor,
Hunting side by side.
Now her time is over.
She's slipping through the cracks.
She's not The Girl Who Waited,
She's not The Face of Boe,
She's not The Lone Centurion, nor is she The Last,
She's not Doctor Jones,
Nor is she Donna Noble,
She's not an impossible girl,
Nor is she know as Samuel,
She's NOT the Doctor's Wife!
She is The bad Wolf, Rising,
The Pink and Yellow Lady!
With eyes of Autumn Brown
and a Grin full of Light
And to think it all started on one little world,
with one little word...
'RUN'
My Rose Colored Wolf
You shine through the Night!
Don't ever let the galaxies forget your Fantastic Light!
