Worlds within worlds,
And in some,
Where forests grow dark
And paths wind long and longer,
You live by the river, Adric,
On another round world
From the marsh in which you were born.
You never hid yourself
In the white rooms
Of the blue box,
Never lost your gold star
In a silver man,
Never saw the earth looming below you,
Time running out of your empty hands,
Never screamed in space.

by Mad Poetess

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