And howl does the wolf when the moon shines bright
On a dark and mystifying, madman's night.

She created herself through the streams of time
the power of a goddess, truly divine.

He recalls when he saw her in his leather clad
His golden Rose, the infinite Bad

She created life and took it too
The power of the vortex hard to construe.

Heart of the TARDIS burns him inside out
Left her with feelings of worry and doubt.

The madman regenerated, new as can be
says to the wolf "You gave up on me."

That time had passed when the wolf ran wild
Deceived and lost, untimely exiled.

And howl does the wolf, or so it goes
To mourn her madman who echoes her woes.