My enemy came nigh,
And I
Stared fiercely in his face.
The Master stood still as the Doctor walked up to him. He was defenseless. The Doctor knew this. The Master glared at him.
My lips went writhing back in a grimace,
And stern I watched him with a narrow eye.
The Master knew that was the most he could do at the moment. He had no power. He needed power. The Master turned away. The Doctor wouldn't hurt him, this he knew, but he didn't like the odds.
Suddenly all of the Master's hatred for the Doctor flared inside of him. How dare he come up to him without any fear! How dare he only be man enough to approach him when he's defenseless! HOW DARE HE! THE VILE COLD HEARTED DEMON! But the Master couldn't do anything, so he turned away.
That's when the Doctor decided to talk.
Then, as I turned away, my enemy,
That bitter heart and savage, said to me:
"Some day, when this is past,
When all the arrows that we have are cast,
We may ask one another why we hate,
And fail to find a story to relate.
It may seem then to us a mystery
That we should hate each other."
Thus said he,
And did not turn away,
Waiting to hear what I might have to say,
The Master froze. He knew that the Doctor was waiting for a response. The Master had a sudden urge to do something thought he would regret.
Fear overcame the Master. The drums beat faster in his mind. He ran away with all his might.
But I fled quickly, fearing had I stayed
I might have kissed him as I would a maid.
AN: I am super super super super super SUPER (!) busy. I am typing this in a car. So sorry for all three of the people that care if I update my stories, I probably won't for a while. I thought of this story during English. We were each choosing a poem from these dusty old poetry books. My friend pointed this out to me and I became obsessed with it. For some odd reason all I could hear was Doctor#10 saying that speaking part. So…HERE IT IS!
Disclaimer: I own neither Doctor Who, nor this poem. The poem is Hate by James Stephens
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