After posting a Doctor Who poem I did for school, I decided to write more, I deleted A Blue Box Deep Within the Wood and just added it in this.
A Blue Box Deep Within the Wood
There is a blue box, deep within the wood,
It can certainly travel, you know that it could.
But now it`s worn and old and dry,
Along with the sad man alone inside.
He awaits for the day someone will stumble along,
To continue his deep, tempting, long song.
But all things must end, you know this is true,
It did for Rose, Martha, and Donna, the Ponds too.
Some leave, some are lost, and some even die,
But we all dread the day Clara says goodbye.