Posts Tagged With: Astrid

Ode to Doctor Who

Included in my anthology, Twisted Vine: An Anthology of Short Stories and Poems, is this tribute I wrote to this episode of Doctor Who – The Village of the Damned.  I just thought it was very sad they couldn’t be together, but hoped they would someday. Hope you enjoy it.

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The Message

 

On a world unimagined

In a universe untold

Lived a woman of unrenowned

Whose life did once unfold.

 

Mysterious and magical

Assuredly she did live

Within her galaxy’s environs

Which great visions to her did give.

 

She walked among the grass and stones,

And sang unto the trees

Where housed many winged and climbing things,

Her words they oft did heed.

 

Each day seemed no different

The next always came and went,

Till a vision of destruction foretold

Her world would burn as her universe was rent.

 

As she watched the leaves aflutter

Tumbling across the peaceful ground,

Gathering as gleeful mice in somersaults,

Spinning all around,

 

A great thunder cracked the fabric defined

As time and space, breaking the multi-ways;

Its universes of galaxies and dimensions

Where light and darkness divided all the days.

 

Her power alone could not repair

The damage that was done,

But vision begged her so she spake

Upon the stars seeking for only one.

 

Beyond her universe his lonely heart

Was found, so instantly hers he knew,

Both understanding great powers that

Make all living worlds — too few.

 

Her message was harnessed by the stars

Sending out her one true plea, “Come!”

Knowing with the multi-verses in such peril

Soon all the lovely visions would succumb.

 

“Help I need,” she prayed the powers,

“So bring him unto me,

To the very heart where light and love

Abound for those within this sea.”

 

He looked upon the message

Without much understanding,

But heeded Astrid’s urgency knowing

Only he had such power commanding.

 

Across the timelines, through the dimensions

He followed the star-trail of his quest,

He and his companion fighting all the forces

Impeding his desire to fulfill his very best.

 

Upon arrival, prepared for intervention,

Expecting an ending of all his latter days,

His arsenal was readied, but he feared

Too late for the mending of the ways.

 

All seemed lost as he gazed upon

The darkness which did abound

Where once bright light swirled o’r heavens

To shine on many worlds all ’round.

 

He questioned his awareness asking,

“I think…have I seen this before?”

Till a spark of hope winked upon a

Blackened cinder-world once more.

 

“There!” he cried and hurried

To the sight of lone absolution

To gaze upon a vine encrusted citadel of death,

The light within crying for resolution.

 

“What is it?” His companion, a lesser being,

Inquired of his sighting.

His explanations confusing until he said,

“Only that for which we would be fighting.”

 

“This is the last refuge of the sacred holy

And there she lies inside

For nary a universe of heavens and earths

Would exist for me if ever she had died.”

 

He used his mighty powers

To part the door’s lone way

To find an unkempt garden with spirits

Who could only be the ancient fey.

 

He cleared the once worn path

To follow her beckoning voice

All the while marveling at the beauty

That was, apparently, her choice.

 

“Look, there,” was softly spoken.

“It’s her. This time I’m not too late.

She held the rent until I came.”

He ran as his companion begged, “No, wait.”

 

But he longed to see the vision

He’d witnessed through her star-sent plea

Finding only her barren framework housed

In tattered threads, her figure so incomplete.

 

It touched his lonely heart

With such a pain he could never say.

He halted his advance, his heart revealing

His sorrowful moan along the way.

 

There, set upon a wicker swing,

Peaceful as if in slumber,

Hung from majestic boughs intertwined

With succulent vines beyond number,

 

The remnant of a lonely being

Awaiting his prowess

Had slept too long, but its meaning

He could never truly guess.

 

The magic of her power felt

Mighty as they approached,

Though only bones and whitened hair

Seemed their sad reproach.

 

Though its life appeared forever spent

Sparkling colors of untold powers

Began to re-animate her ethereal essence

A reprieve for their lost hours.

 

There she formed as he dreamt she would,

Her glowing face’s beauty recognized.

Tentatively shy, they stepped closer.

“I called,” she said. “I heard,” he replied.

 

“I kept these worlds for you,” she told,

“And would have waited through all of time,

Because your coming crossed too many lines,

None of which, till now, were mine.

 

“I’ve strolled this lovely secret grove

For just this moment, to tell you of my life,

And how your final coming will rekindle our love

For now I can live without aging as your wife.

 

“I may only live now as memory,

But felt myself fulfilled to stay

For in this spirit I’ll wait again for you

Until you’ve found your journey’s way.

 

“Return when sanctuary you seek

To find such was denied us before,

A lasting love you will always know,

And shall have forevermore.”

 

He added his own power, sealed with his kiss,

To hid all where she would stay,

To travel ’bout the universes,

Only he knowing their secret way.

 

Seeking her with his last return

Her living form would again be replaced,

So their united powers with the stars

Can encompass all the visions of intercosmic space.

 

 

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