Caroline1539

Small police box. Entire blue and made ​​of wood. Creaking door,  flaking paint. Bigger on the inside, smaller, from the outside. Time and space, plaited together. Dark sky, burning sun and icy star. The Lord of Time, a solitary traveler. He is not afraid of dawn, is living in darkness. Eternal and immortal. His name, written in the stars, burnt in time. Red sneakers, crumpled suit, a brown coat. In his eyes, knowledge, wisdom, truth, power. His two hearts are beating the rhythm of time. A past,present and future are uniting in his hands. My Doctor, a powerful lord, a man of wisdom. Why are you lonely? You're like

Slenderman Don't go out into the woods, my child. For Slenderman lives there, out in the wild Do not ask why he lives in that place It is mostly because he has no face. He has long arms that  grab you And take you to a place that will fill you With dread, and you will wish that You were dead