There was a man who traveled in time
Always seeking the love of a human,
That he was bound perpetually to lose.

He circled around the galaxies
Always putting the needs of others before his own.
He found purpose in protecting, even if he was the ultimate destroyer.

The grinding, moaning noise of his beloved spaceship
Is said to bring hope to the hopeless.
It does and it doesn't.

He is the enemy of many, but the hero of more
Bound to bring trouble,
When he knocks on your door.