The Constant Drumming
A/N: Dedicated to and beta'd by my friend Laura. This was very random, still is pretty random. Sorry for the absolute suckage but I totally kicked writers' block's butt with this one \o/
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Drumming. Always drumming. The constant, continuous drum beat that signified the beginning of a great war to come, a great mass of lost souls, lost youths, lost lives, but not yet. Not yet.
The swirling accumulation of the vortex has chosen me, I looked into it and it looked into me. I found the drums. The drums of war would sound that day and they would never stop.
Constant. Forever. Longer than time itself.
Time. Lord and Master of time, that is who I am and that is who the drums speak to.
They sound.
No one else can hear it. I am alone in my curse, my gift, my war. Even my Doctor can not fix me, save me.
He will not stop the drumming. The drumming will never stop and I shall never be free of it.
Time Lord. I shall live forever and the drums shall haunt me every waking moment of forever.
Time. War. Drums. Constant.
The great time war. I fought.
I quenched the drums' thirst for blood and yet still they yearn for more. More blood. More war.
Never fully satisfied.
War. Drums. Time. Lord. Master.
Constant drumming. Forever. Eternity.
Will it stop or will it follow me in the next world as it has in this?
If I die, will it end? Will it ever end?
Do I want it to end?
Drumming. Always drumming. The constant, continuous drum beat that signifies the beginning of a great war to come, a great loss for the people of his precious planet, a great loss for all those who stand in my way, and yet...
Is there to be a war? My children are ready, willing and anxious fly into the battle for which they were made but will the sickening flow of fresh, crimson blood be enough to stop the drumming?
Will the stench of singed flesh be enough to satisfy the thirst that the drums have for battle, for murder?
When my Doctor's precious Earth burns will the drums fall silent? Will they be stunned into stillness by the horror of it all?
Will I be free?
One aim - to stop the drumming.
To stop the dreadful drumming, the fearsome drumming.
The constant drumming.