Oh Doctor, My Doctor
Dalek race named you the Oncoming Storm.
The rage you held was unparalleled.
When you were stressed, you'd insult life forms,
But hidden there, a child's joy swelled.
While spinning a small boy you shouted:
"Just this once, everybody lives!" to Rose.
She showed you the human worth you doubted.
Rose. The world's savior… and you, you suppose.
That world was ending, so you bid adieu.
She came for you, the Tardis in her eyes.
Stars aligned and marched through to you.
You withered and died, a clever disguise.
Doctor, my Doctor. You were fantastic.
No other found so enthusiastic.