Dying Thoughts Of The Master

by minigoobergirl

Okay, so this is my first story, so don't be too harsh. Just a little poem that doesn't rhyme about what the Master's thinking as he dies. The Doctor is 'He'. Forgot to put the disclaimer, so I'll say it here. I do not own doctor who or the master etc etc

Dying Thoughts Of The Master

He's saying something

I can't quite catch

It's cold

Dark

I'm scared

But He doesn't know that

Ah, will you look at that?

He's crying

Says I can't leave Him

He still thinks

He can fix me

But I'm too broken

Shattered

Before the bullet

Before the War

Before even the drums

The drumming

Dun-dun-dundun

Dun-dun-dundun

Will it stop?

He's speaking

Again

Cute

Something about Axons

And Daleks

If I wasn't

Dying

I'd be sick

I'm Dying

I'm going to Die

Huh. There's very little blood

Hard

To breathe

But before

Dying

I'll scorn Him

I'll beat Him

In this

Game

If it's the last thing I do

So, goodbye

Old friend

Best enemy

You lose

I win.