Happyfish12345

It's been hundreds of years Since he looked into the Eye, Forced to behold All of space and time. It opened his mind And it let in the drums Ignorant of the monster They'd make him become. The never-ending throb Is a call to war, Making him find delight in Pain, death, chaos, gore. The drums seem to pound A hole in his skull, But he cannot resist Their bloodthirsty pull. His only hope now Is a long lost friend; The only one he yet knows of Who can make the pain end. The Doctor, his enemy, The one man he still fears, Is the last Time Lord alive Who can still dry his tears.