Hello. First Doctor Who fic! Just a disclaimer.
I own nothing but the poem. Doctor Who, the plot of Doctor Who, and any characters belong to BBC.
On with the poem!
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One moment remains,
His nervous blood pulsing in his veins.
An unspoken thought
That leaves his heart in a knot.
The time is drawing near-
It's exactly what he fears.
Those three words will never be said
And this meeting will haunt him when he's dead.
Her tears start,
tearing at his heat
She waits for him to say what she needs to know
As finally his emotions overflow
He tries to speak,
But he feels so weak
The look of pain that shadows her
Turns the land before him into a blur
He knows what to say,
And that he must do it today-
Time is short, and nearly gone
For once he leaves the line is drawn
He speaks her name,
So full of shame,
But it's too late
She's gone, and all he can feel is sadness and hate
Without her he is lost
And who knows what this will cost?
What will become of him no one knows-
Of the Doctor without his Rose.