Frail Old Man, hear my scorn;
From your own race, you have been forsworn.
You selfish, stubborn, senile old fool;
It's shocking that anyone could be so cruel.
There will be no mourning nor any crying;
When a Frail Old Man, is weak and dying.
Cosmic Hobo, forget you're born;
During your rebirth, hearts were torn.
The idiotic, bumbling clown;
Is incredibly ruthless deep down.
His life and others will be unwinding;
When a Cosmic Hobo's actions are binding.
Stupid Dandy, playing tricks;
Always initiating conflicts.
A grumpy man, who's intolerant to the law;
Ever unwilling to withdraw.
An event will occur that is truly delighting;
When a Dandy is brought down in the fighting
Bohemian Fool, breaking sticks;
No one ever knows how your mind ticks.
You giant, callous and serious man;
You seriously lack an attention span.
A happy occasion, there's no denying;
When a Bohemian is lost, his body flying.
Blind Cricketer, forget the past;
Time for you to feel melancholies icy blast.
You weak, youthful assassin, your far too benevolent;
That's why death and suffering is so prevalent.
There will be no time for goodbyes;
When a Cricketer has death soaring in his eyes.
Arrogant Clown, breathe your last;
To everyone else, you starkly contrast.
Compassion and empathy you do lack;
Your arrogance needs to seriously be cut back.
Happiness and celebration are what it will comprise;
When a Prideful Clown is caught up in lies.
Weary Traveller, in your grave;
Manipulative and cold is how you behave.
Overly-confident and living without a heart;
Your companion's lives are falling apart.
The light that shines will be blinding;
When a Weary Traveller the bullets are finding.
War Veteran, none you'll save;
A road to destruction you shall pave.
Suicidal, manipulative and astute;
Often causing a dispute.
There is no time for defying;
When a Victorian Veteran is sick of trying.
Haunted Ghost, at deaths door;
The person we most abhor.
Cold and snappy, and irritable too;
Nobody feels safe around you.
Tears of joy people will fight back;
When a War-Plagued Ghost's veins run black.
Lonely Angel, must have more;
The Laws of Time you do ignore.
An angel's mercy and compassion you lack;
Ever willing and ready to attack.
The sky will turn jet black;
When a Lonely Angel has regrets he'll never take back.
Oncoming Storm, feel the pain;
Looking down on everyone with disdain.
The lonely, mad man with the whole Universe to explore;
Your joviality, it seems, no one can restore.
For you, destroying lives is mundane;
However, who is next to scream again?
This is my first poem, so please review and tell me what you think. If all goes well I might write some more poetry but I'm still unsure.
I wrote this poem after reading someone elses poem. It inspired me to expand on it. I based my poem around 10timelord4ever , so just wanted to say thanks to them.