Hi guys!
This is a very short Doctor Who poem I wrote the other day. If any of you like the page "Whovians+Sherlockians+Potterhead=The Greatest Fandom" on Facebook, than you may have seen a picture of this poem, written in the shape of Ten's face... The reason it's there, it's because I sent it to that page to see if they liked it, and if they wanted to post it on there... So, no, I'm not stealing it from anybody but myself :D
I hope you like it!
DISCLAIMER: Doctor, Oncoming Storm, Rose, Master, Daleks, Angels of Stone, TARDIS, Gallifrey, Fantastic, Allons-Y, Companion, and any other "Doctor Who" stuff mentioned do not belong to me, but to Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss and Russell T. Davies.
Please review :DDD
The Doctor
A Poem by Alexandra Rochette
The Oncoming Storm, or the Doctor, he is known
The Master has left; he is now on his own
Last of his kind, this is where it begins
To future and past, he will never give in
Across the entire universe, he travels alone
To battle the Daleks and Angels of Stone
Everywhere he goes, he stands tall and proud
Companions wander off, and get lost in the crowd
Billions of years, they pass him all by
To Rose Tyler and more, he has said goodbye
You may have heard of everyone he has lost
Still, unfairly, you judge him, and at your own cost
Do not turn your back and do not look away
His work here is done, he is leaving today
So, as you read this, I hope you believe
For, mark my words, this is all very real
Man of Gallifrey, child of Time
Lonely God and Dear Friend of Mine
He exists, search everywhere
Proof, you'll find, he has been there
TARDIS he has to travel all over
A loner, he is, now and forever
Fantastic! Allons-Y!
Together for eternity