The Everlasting Drums

by Captain-Cheesecake

Four strokes upon the drum placed inside the mind of a child. A call to war. A call to rule. One-shot, kinda sorta poetry, The Master, a little bit of The Doctor, NON-SLASH please review

Something I wrote about The Master. Because I love him. And because he may try to rule and inflict pain on others, but the one that hurts most is himself.

Please review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. Lets leave that to the BBC.

One Two Three Four.
One Two Three Four.
As I step forward, the pounding in my ears grows so loud I cannot hear.

One Two Three Four.
One Two Three Four.
The vortex.
The fabrics of time and space.
So vast. So extraordinary.
So terrifying.

One Two Three Four.
One Two Three Four.
As I try to step away, the pounding in my chest grows faster.
Frozen in fear, I stop and listen.
The beating of my quickened hearts does not match the sound in my ears.

What is this? What is happening to me?

One Two Three Four.
One Two Three Four.
Theta Sigma asks if I ran.
I wanted to. I felt frozen.
I ask Theta about his exposure.
He ran.
I ask if heard drums.

Am I the only one?

One Two Three Four.
One Two Three Four.
Four beats of a drum.
The Time Lord heartbeat.
The call of war.

One Two Three Four.
One Two Three Four.
Doctor?
We meet again at last.
You though you were alone?
Think again.

One two three four.
One two three four.
Will they ever stop?
Am I destined to hear this forever?
Why only me?
DON'T YOU HEAR THEM?

One Two Three Four.
One Two Three Four.
All through life.
In every breath.
In every Heartbeat.
In sleep. In utter silence.
Even in death.

One Two Three Four.
One Two Three Four.
The drums.
They call me.
To war.
To be who I am.

The Master.

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Note: New series coming soon! Doctor Who/Harry potter crossover! Stay tuned if interested!