One
the beginning of it all
when the pain of death
was hardly known
to most of them all.
Two
deja vu
oh how to confuse
same words
same scenes
a repeat of everything.
Three
accusations ring
amidst the daleks heat
friends are hard to make
when bitterness sings.
Four
time ticks down more
as the daleks continue to score
no matter where they go
if only they listened
to the plan before.
Five
time to draw knives
find the colorful dynamite
but there are no high fives
no encouraging words
can knock deaths blow.
Six
feelings are mixed
truth is hard to stick
when themselves won't admit
just stick to the plan
or they'll never have a chance.
Seven
fireworks soar
into the heavens
settling the score
as the daleks burn.
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The Thirteen Era
FanfictionMaking a poem for every 13th doctor episode may seem insane but I'm going to try.