This is a random poem I did about how the Doctor is feeling as he lives on while everything around him dies.
I watched the darkness choke the sky,
Strangle the bliss through the perilous night.
The raven chained to settle upon,
A raising sun,
Forget the dusk.
If light arrives will this all end,
Or dance in illusionist tricky of the eye.
Who to escape the danger arisen,
As the trees cut down the overgrown hope.
I watched the good turn into bad.
The roses over through by the abundance of thorns.
I watched as death ensnared her pray,
Until a barren land was what life became.