The Doctor in Exile
How long ago was I exiled to barren reaches,
cast from the high towers of Time for a few juvenile tricks?
Oh, don't deceive yourself: your tricks were never juvenile.
Dared by my Academy gang, I looked into the pool
of future generations: the strain almost sent me whirling
into Antimatter. I never told anyone that I saw nothing,
not even spinning blackness or colorless prisms.
I had ceased to exist.
I can argue quantum mechanics and astro-trigonometry
with the best of them, in any time stream, but I can't escape my own blankness.
Or can I?
I have seen races and planets dissolve, only to find them again
at the height of their power in what you might term a "few minutes."
(Remember, all Time is relative.)
Why should a Time Lord get bored?
Watching and sitting still with my hands under me
was never one of my better talents.
Master of Time, they call me,
But do I not, like everyone else,
know the joy of lazily gazing into the stars?
I do not fear Time,
Time fears me.
A/N: Last stanza is a paraphrase of a quote from Barusa sic in John Leekley's "Bible," the book from what would eventually come Doctor Who: the Movie aka the Enemy Within.