I wrote this after my first time watching "The Last of the Time Lords" after my seemingly endless sobbing fit (WHY DID THE MASTER HAVE TO DIE?), and thought I would post it on here.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or the BBC, but that would be awesome, right?
The brave will be inspired.
The intelligent will run.
All of time and space will call you with their everlasting drums.
As you gaze into the eye, it will tell you of your fate. To run and live, to stay and die, or to live your life in hate.
Life alone, lovers lost, the travelers they run. Longing for the happiness of home, the life before war, the warmth of Gallifrey's suns.
Forever mortal enemies, though once were greatest friends. Bouncing back and forth through time, the fabrics spun in black and white. Bright as day, black as night, complete opposites though identical in every way.
Though wars be won, feuds be worthless as a life lost means life alone.
He lay broken in his brothers arms, wounded and rebellious. But not even death will stop the drumbeat in his head.
His brother cries in mourning as he contemplates his loss. Mending time and saving the world may sometimes have its cost.
Left alone in time and space, keeping hold of what he lost. Last of his forgotten world once more as he sets off on his journey to nowhere.
The use of the word "lovers" did not apply to The Doctor and The Master directly, rather The Doctors and The Masters family and childhood home.
