The box was blue. The bluest,blue in the Universe.

But it wasn't the box, It was the man inside that was special.

Last of the Timelords they told me, They told me that he was mad.

So I called upon him, The man that traveled the stars, To old worlds and new.

Many died to save him.

Too many I was told.

His story was sad, His fate sadder.

I cried many tears, But none compared to the ones he's shed.

He moved on.

He kept running.

Ashamed of his past, Scared for his future.

He had to stop running...

But how could he?