A/N: I am very sorry about the wait from last chapter to this one. I lost my inspiration for a while. Thanks go to Guest for requesting this character.
Osgood
You were too young, too smart, too good
And you didn't deserve your fate.
You needed more time to live and you would,
But the Mistress has never been late.
She counted down the seconds to your death
From number ten to one.
She taunted and teased you until your last breath,
And then in a moment you were gone.
The Doctor's companion you were meant to be
Which is what you had always dreamed.
But Missy ignored your last words, your plea
And reduced you to dust, so it seemed.
From dust to dust, from ashes to ashes
With barely a trace that's left behind.
The only thing remaining were your glasses,
Upon which Missy's heel did grind.
We can only hope that you're not really gone
And that the Zygon was killed instead.
But by Moffat's decree, it seems you truly have passed on,
So farewell, my friend, your soul has fled.
A/N: I truly am sorry it took this long to update but this one took me absolutely ages to write. I hope it was okay and that you enjoyed. I think it went a bit iffy at the end but I don't think it was too bad.