Two Little Lords
Web of Obsidian
Two little lords from far away
Ran in fields, together, to play
Together they ran, together they fell
One from heaven and one from hell
One came to fight, one came to win
One to save, and one to sin
One to be lost, and one to be found
One to be shunned, one to be crowned
One so kind and one so cruel
One to kill and one to rule
Two little lords from far away
Ran in fields, together, to play
Together they fought, locked in war
Hating each other, always and forever
Together they clashed, together they fell
One in music, and one in goodwill
Forever they fought, and neither would win
Forever they drowned in the blood they were in
Two little lords from far away
Ran in fields, together, to play
But all of the horrors had yet to come
So together they ran, all in good fun
Let me know who you think the Master is, and who you think the Doctor is in this poem, because in all honesty I'm not quite sure.