A Blue Box Adventure

In darkest night,

When the stars ran out,

Amid thin grey mist,

Seeped in doubt-

A blue box groaned,

It's wheezing crack,

A timelord stumbled,

Onto black tarmac.

.

Amongst silver planes,

And luggage carts,

The Doctor smiled,

His lips did part.

"Run", he cried,

Throwing out his hand,

Excitement coursed,

As if all was planned.

.

So, away we ran,

As metal beasts gave chase,

But laugh he did,

You should have seen his face.

.

Across the runway,

and out of sight,

My crazed heart thumping

in wild fright,

I beheld this man,

Who was no man at all,

But a two-hearted alien,

The Doctor on call.

.

"You're in luck," I say,

Showing a madman my ID,

He's a goddamn stranger,

But with him, I will flee.

.

"You up for an adventure?"

I point to my bird,

He stares intently

Now, unsure I was heard.

.

"You fly?" He mused,

His face lighting up,

I could only shrug,

"Since I was a pup."

.

"Well then, Captain"

He smirked with a wink,

And before I could so much

As stop and think,

He withdrew his sonic screwdriver,

That doesn't do wood,

"Allons-y!" He yelled-

.

.

In the TARDIS we stood.