A/N - I was running a creative writing workshop at a summer camp, and we did ballads. Naturally, since I have an acute case of Doctor Who on the brain, my ballad was about the Doctor. Hope you enjoy. Leave a review if you like.


No More

In a city of ash and blood,

While battle raged and children cried,

A man who once had helped and healed

Stood and watched his world die.

In a city of blood and ash,

On the last day of an endless war,

A man stood alone, unarmed,

And spoke two words -

No more.

In a barren land he once called home,

Where a frightened child once hid from bad dreams,

Surrounded by ghosts of the future and past,

The never weres and might have beens;

In a barren land so far from home,

A man who had fought an endless war

Declared an end to ash and blood

With two small words -

No more.

No more blood, and no more ash,

No more children with bad dreams,

No more ghosts of futures lost,

No never weres or might have beens.

No more home, and no more hope,

But no more death, and no more war.

No more red grass or silver trees,

But no more ash and blood.

No more.

The ghost of a love he would find and lose

Walked beside him through that day

And showed him a future of madness and joy,

Showed him another way.

He would regret, and he would forget,

But he would survive that endless war.

He would help and heal again,

And Gallifrey would fall

No more.

He killed them all and saved them all

And forgot which one had been the dream.

He found and lost, and lost and found

What never was and might have been.

In a barren land, alone, afraid,

The Doctor ended the endless war,

Killed the monsters and saved the children

With just two words -

No more.