The end of a world and the end of an era

Dare I say this is, if not THE, then at least MY
QUINTESSENTIAL DOOMSDAY-POEM?

(And at the same time, let me just consent to the fact that it IS a bit funny - and spookey! - how Doctor Number Ten should be named David TENnant...!)

"The end of the world and through - to the other side"
[might be just a draft]
By Scaramouche, the po(t)et, #1 Who-fan and loyal supporter of D & R. C.f.: DW season 2/season 28 - episode 13; "The Wall Scene"... *Doomsday-angst all over again*

she held her hand against the wall
for the world had disappeared
taken back reality in a flash
yet she had stepped out of the void

she knew not if she felt the water
or the taste of iron in her mouth
but she sensed the warmth of another palm
yet it was only concrete that she touched

**

she thought she had an arm laid
around her shoulders, or a joke told
to fool away whatever she might miss
or was perplexed by a riddle

she thought she heard the trotting
from a couple of worn-out Converse shoes
or had a brown coat placed over her, while she slept
on the dock of an alien spacecraft

she thought she held that hand again
ran down some desolate Cardiff alley
saw the universe unfold, reborn anew
a narrator whispering explanations in her ear

she thought she was lifted up high
towards the roof of a traveller's machine
smile to smile, reunited, once again
a connection none could ever comprehend

she thought she'd heard a promise
but it was just a mutual hope
certain truths are hard to handle
chasing monsters on your own

she thought she knew the calm after a storm
a disaster just avoided, or a death just barely shunned
the whoosing of old, creaking engines
yet there'd be none to save her now

the words of most importance are not perforce
the ones we speak most strongly and most loudly
her home was not the one that she once left
but the one to which she now could not return

she thought they'd go down together, as always
in unison, as uniform, inseparable as he'd defined
she knew the mind, she knew the terms
the secrets she could bear, through love

and the love must hold her up now
keep her going, grant her strength
knowing she won't be abandoned
as journeys end, another will begin

for after laughter comes the sorrow
it's the wisdom we label age, and loss
and to continue, helped by no-one's
an ordeal that only memories can mend

magic, unlike any other, she always can recall
the knowledge and the power carried with her
yet in all their hearts a pain will also linger
it was herself, her own fate, she had not foreseen

**

so she hesitantly turned away, from the wall
to face the scenery that came into sight
she was taken aback by emptiness around
but she knew she'd sworn never to forget

and all in all, she's already realized
as recent becomes past and past shall fade
numerous stories she'll tell, wildly grinning
about the times when living was at its best

for though the parting might be final
there's still one to walk the walk of life with her
in-vision, in her mind, inside, forever
through all that they had owned and never missed

wouldn't have missed it for the world