Back through time
spreading like a virus
in a system.
Are aliens
potato heads
using time to get ahead.
Inserting themselves into history
during times
they aren't supposed to be.
Switching out Russians
for their own breed
obeying the Sontaran's creed.
Oh hear the drums sing
the ancient hum
that calls all soldiers to arms.
And watch in alarm
as they fall one by one
by the Sontaran's arm.
But all is not lost
though the fallen
will forever be lost.
With some explosives
and a draining plan
the Sontarans may be in hand.
But the worse isn't over yet.
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The Thirteen Era
FanfictionMaking a poem for every 13th doctor episode may seem insane but I'm going to try.
