Someone call the Doctor,
because something’s amiss.
The darkness descended,
and there’s just the abyss.
Tell him, that maybe,
a paradox formed.
That up, is now right,
and that demons have swarmed.
Tell him, please tell him,
that we need the blue box.
We need his courage,
to turn back the clock.
I know the moment,
the exact time it went wrong,
but I can’t do it alone,
I’ve done that too long.
If we just had the Doctor,
we could set things to right.
We could change that moment,
and bring back the light.
I know he’s not coming,
and that he’s not real.
It’s just wishful writing,
to push back my fears.
A hero, a savior,
someone who knows all.
Someone who isn’t me,
that could stop the slow fall.
A blue box, a Doctor,
a moment in time.
A villain, so empty,
writing silly rhymes.
A paradox, truly,
that doesn’t make sense.
Can a villain turn hero,
if he shows recompense?
I guess we shall see,
but I won’t hold my breath.
I’ll wait for the Doctor,
or I’ll just wait for Death.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 3:42 PM UTC
Someone call the Doctor,
because something’s amiss.
The darkness descended,
and there’s just the abyss.
Tell him, that maybe,
a paradox formed.
That up, is now right,
and that demons have swarmed.
Tell him, please tell him,
that we need the blue box.
We need his courage,
to turn back the clock.
I know the moment,
the exact time it went wrong,
but I can’t do it alone,
I’ve done that too long.
If we just had the Doctor,
we could set things to right.
We could change that moment,
and bring back the light.
I know he’s not coming,
and that he’s not real.
It’s just wishful writing,
to push back my fears.
A hero, a savior,
someone who knows all.
Someone who isn’t me,
that could stop the slow fall.
A blue box, a Doctor,
a moment in time.
A villain, so empty,
writing silly rhymes.
A paradox, truly,
that doesn’t make sense.
Can a villain turn hero,
if he shows recompense?
I guess we shall see,
but I won’t hold my breath.
I’ll wait for the Doctor,
or I’ll just wait for Death.
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