Screeching and wheezing
Screeching and wheezing
A bright flash and a sound that didn't last
You know who's near by the sound that you hear
A tail as old as time
Done no justice by a feral ryme
The one who has no name
You can't keep him tame
Screeching and wheezing
Screeching and wheezing
The deep blue thing
With the unique ring
A living soul trapped in this box
Through space and time never needing any clocks
Here she stands, his beginning
She ran away spinning with a mad man grinning.
Screeching and wheezing
Screeching and wheezing
The emptiness echos through her old walls
As the one she loves, once again falls
The whovians wilt
As the man they once known rebuilt
His story, never the same
Fleeing with the only one, who knew his name
Screeching and wheezing
Screeching and wheezing
This sound echoed through space
For this was the truest sound of grace
This sound not only made by the tardis
What else? Now thinking the hardest
The man who's hearts could never beat forever
this was the man, oh so clever
Screeching and wheezing
Screeching and wheezing
Now we know, this sound.
Made by man always ending on the ground
A companion never kept
His hearts rapidly slowing as he faintly wept
This is his last regineration
Only dying from an internal abrasion
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Doctor Who Poems
PoetryThis is a few poems inspired by doctor who. Im an extreme whovian. This the first time I've ever tried writing anything. Don't be too harsh but let me know how I did! All ownership to BBC
