RagnarokHati chase the moonSkoll chase the sunFast across the sky,Wolfishly they runHunting down they prey,Hungry jaws will bite,Taking sun from day,Taking moon from night.Ice will rule the world,Gods and monsters slain.Battle joined at lastThere on Vigrid's plain.
UnnoticedWhen I was young, I ran awayFrom home.I thought "I'll make them payFor treating me like they know best."I'd fly away, I'd leave the nest.I walked around the village (twice)And some concern would have been nice,But...No-one missed me, no-one saw,No-one waited at the doorAnd when I slipped back in the house,As little noticed as a mouse,I figured I'd just let it beAnd see what Mum had made for tea.
JanusLooking forwards, looking back -Janus holds the key.Open up the door a crack,Let the future be.Leave your worries if you can,Leave them at the gate.Leave your burdens, leave your woes.Leave the pressing weight.Take what you have learnt with you,Let it guide your choice.let your wisdom grow with you,Let it feed your voice.Endings and beginnings greetThe turning of the year.All we are is all we were,All our hopes and fear.January waits for usOnce December's through.Looking forward, looking back,Mixing old with new.
Master and SevantCats have no sense of my space –Bums and tails thrust in my face.Thinking that they’re really ace,Acting like they own the place.Wanting to be always fed.Leaving things that aren’t quite dead.Masters of the double bed.Leading us, but never led.Eating and then eating more.Throwing up upon the floor.Mewling at the bedroom door.What they want, I can’t be sure.Cats are just content to be.Unlike us, they’re really free.We’re the servants, you and me.Cats own us, it’s plain to see.
Who? RegeneratedHartnell, Troughton,Pertwee (Jon),Baker (Tom)And Davison.Baker (two)And last, McCoyAnd then it’s gone,But wait – oh joy!It’s Paul McGann(He doesn’t last).It looks as thoughHis time has passed.So many years,An endless wait.He’ll not againRegenerate.But now, at last,There’s EcclectonAnd Tennant too –A brand new runAnd Smith, whose timeWill soon be through,Will pass it on toWho knows Who?Oh look, that guyThat used to swear –Capaldi, PWill be on air.But wait, there’s Hurt.My brain’s confused.The timeline’sGetting well abused!And now, McGannIs briefly back.I swear space-timeIs going to crack.Calm down,It’s just a TV showAnd no-one canThe future know.Unless maybeYou step insideA box of blueAnd take a ride.
DecemberCold spreadingSnow sledding?Air freezingIll sneezingFire huggingChocolate muggingTree dressingHoly blessingGames playingSkies greyingBranch baringPresent sharingCandle burningChristmas yearningFriends greetingTurkey eatingPud steamingButter creamingSolstice singingBell ringingCard sendingYear ending