Ashes
to ashes
Dust to dust
Pain and death
Fire and blood
I
rush and scream and beg,
There must be another option
But
there is not, and I know the truth,
That our salvation means our
destruction.
I hear their screams and curses and cries
As
the Time Lords come to and end
But then the silence comes,
oppressing and deadly
It towers and rages and condemns.
Then
comes my end
And I fear it may be my last
I writhe and convulse
and explode in light
As Doctor, the 8th come to pass.
Rebirth,
bathed in golden light
A baby awakening to terrified cries
I
stumble in my ill-fitting clothes
And so, out of the ashes I rise.