A not-really-a-poem-but-its-written-more-poetically-than-my-usual-writing super short oneshot. Set in the year than never was in my mind, but it can be imagined just about anywhere after the Master went cuckoo for cocoa puffs. Written in literally under five minutes. Please review, I want to know if this is any good at all.
He expected pain. Unbearable pain. But none was to be found. And maybe that hurt more than hurt, because to have found heart within the heartless man meant that a creature was aware of how he hurt them all so. But instead, a tender stroke of his cheek. A few whispered words. A face closer and closer to his own. And the expression of the other. A smile. Not that of maniacal glee which he was all too familiar with. A smile.
And how he wished it did not kill his hearts to see one he wished to save so much smile. And to know the Master was truly happy. And to know that the Master cared for him. But this was not his Koschei. This was a madman to the ultimate, hiding in the shadow of someone he used to know. It was a ghost of the soul he wished dearly to preserve. But this remnant was not him. It, for it could hardly be he, was caring for the Doctor.
And it made him so, so sad.