The Doctor dies
Yet Canton lies
Reality falls for the third time
Tick Tock, goes the clock
Even when they can't
Tick Tock, yet naught is lost
Until the fall of the Eleventh
And though his oldest friends fall as well
But his best give him the strength to crumble
The Last Centurion
And The Girl Who Waited
Now partly his father and mother
And the woman who kills him
Looks into his eyes
Now he may kiss the bride
Yet count the cost
This time naught is lost
For the smallest gave him life.