The Drums

A poem about the Master from Doctor Who.

One, two, three, four.
I hear them beat inside my head.
They penetrate to my core.
With me the doctor has pled,
But I can't help but wonder.
Would they follow me to the grave?
Or are they with me forever?
I might always be their slave.
The Doctor wants me to fly with him
Through all of space and time.
But the lights are going dim,
And though I'm in my prime,
This is the only way to find out.
To my dear Doctor I refuse.
No need to cry, no need to pout.
I have got good news.
This isn't yet the end,
I'll be returning soon my friend.

   ~ ~ ~

Oh the drums.
How I've missed them.

Reviews

[Chris]

The Master and The Doctor. Quite the relationship - spanned time and existence. In the end the Master was another victim and pawn. The poem brought up memories and interplay and a reminder the Doctor IS not human.

Take care,
Chris

[Siena - Silent Awakenin..]

Inspirational!

[Marty Herrick]

I wan t this to have a like button so I could like this!