Oh Master, Oh Master, the drums of war you hear,
Are nothing but a ploy my dear.
As long as the drums ring,
Dear Gallifrey will be able to sing.
The drums are nothing more,
Than to be able to bring out the eternal war.
The white pointed star is the key,
The dums a signal to make Gallifrey free.
All the work done by the Doctor,
Will all be undone by the number 4.
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The Drums
FanfictionThis is a poem about The Master and the drums he hears, I just thought it up.
