The earth died
The earth cried
The earth fell silent
Tired and hungry and lost
Children cried as the flames grew higher
As the most beautiful planet was lost forever
Once prospering cities fell to mere craters in the stone
But out there
There was a man
Working as hard as he could to save it
Saving the only things worth living for
The humans
The vulnerable, impressionable, terrified humans
As he worked, praying to whatever was out there
That he could save them
That he could save the thing, the only thing, that still reminded him of his people
Forever lost in flames
And he did
As the empires began to rise once more
He was there, watching
It wasn't time yet.
The doctor and the year three-thousand.