Yes, I write poems. I don't own Doctor Who. Please review so I know how I did.
The darkness closed in, the endless painful falling,
impenetrable logic grasping reality with a fierce coldness-
The Dalek sat in its casing, alone in the darkness,
whimpering. The cold-the darkness-the
The laughter and scorn of lesser beings, who
had never had children like his, devoted to him, perfect-
Davros' hollow cackle surprised the Daleks around him,
their conjoined power giving way to –
-to pain, the never-ending pain, the screaming, burning,
blinding pain that drove your mind to the brink of reason,
leaving you only with logic and-
LONLIENESS, wracking the Doctor, leaving him collapsed in
the dark of night, screaming, his horrible, hearts-wrent
scream echoing on into forever.