Whispers and mourners are all that's left
Of the old and ancient name we all loved best,
Silence kills and Silent theft
They killed him like an annoying pest.
He laughed and loved,
He cried and died.
His emotions undecided,
His path unlighted.
The vigilante of space and time
Ran from a crime.
Fictious and unknown to human eyes
He set about changing people's lives.
Even though he was the last
He didn't dwell in the past.
Eleven, ten, and nine
He ran from time to time.
Never stopping, never staying
He didn't like the waiting.
He made friends and foes
But never did he slow.
He met his kin
But couldn't let him win.
He died saving a life
And found a new wife.
But then the Silence rolled the dice
Turning Man into mice.
Look away and they were gone
Making you their little pawn.
One by one they were played
And then swayed,
To their doom
In tiny rooms.
His death waits on a field
His life will not yield.
So he shall die
And cold there he lies.
Ancient and forever, forgiven and dead
Alone he lies 'neath the ground, secrets in his head.
No "thank you's" given, no true award.
Gone forever, the last of the Time Lords.
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Doctor Who Poetry (Volume I)
FanfictionI am and always will be the σρтιмιsт, The нσρεя of far-flung нσρεs and ∂яεαмεя of ιмρяσвαвℓε ∂яεαмs. [The Almost People] Doctor Who Poetry celebrates the long-running British sci-fy show "Doctor Who" with a collection of fifty poems inspired by epi...
