The Day of the Doctor [Poetry]

Arcadia

Arcadia,

They sing;

The second city of Gallifrey,

Quiet; but destined to gleam

With the blood of innocent's,

As those ancient walls fall

Impenetrable no more,

As that last day dawns,

While Gallifrey Falls No More.

Arcadia,

They once sung

Of glorious days,

Now gone with ash.

Arcadia,

Long lost in the past.