Disclaimer: Don't own Doctor Who


Run, run far away little one.

Run until you feel safe enough

From the fires you have angered.

Careful now, just because you run,

Does not mean that they forget.

They know you too well little one;

Your face, your fears, they know it all.

But still you run, away from the truth, away from yourself.

Tell me, does it tire you?

All those lies: all those years of running?

Because it tires them, I know it does

And so do you.

So why do you run, little one? Is the truth so hard to bear?

The crime you have committed too terrible to mention?

Come now little one, speak up; it may be your last chance

The fires of Time do not enjoy being meddled with

Especially not by one as small as you

Tell me this little one, why did you do it?

What made you commit such a reckless act?

Answer me now, while there is still time

Answer me without spite please.

You had no choice…

Of course you didn't…

Such things in your life are rarely granted.

Do not cry little one, or will you run again?

I can see you now,

The twitch of your foot, the heaviness of your breath

Don't lie to me, boy

It won't help you here.

I know you too well. You've changed so little despite all these years!

So old, but still so very young

Like your new face, curious no?

Listen carefully now, this is important:

Gather your courage little one, you'll need all of it.

Your wits, your nerve and your experiences through hell and back.

You'll need fear too; surprising as it is, it's true

For you can no longer run…

Whether you like it or not child,

Silence will fall.


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