Hi, all. Just a short (correction: long) poem that I wrote at 11:00 last night after watching The Waters of Mars. This poem contains minimal spoilers. …Oh, and I can never get my facts straight. If you see a problem, just tell me. I'll be sure to fix it. I have only watched the new series, and I am on the wrong side of the pond to be a DW fan.

Read on.

The Curse of the Time Lord
OR
I Can't

A Doctor Who Poem
By child of the gallows

I can feel it…
This planet—spinning, orbiting—
We're clinging to nothing—
Nothing compared to this universe.
I can feel it.

I can see it…
The burnt-orange sky…
The silver trees set aflame by the morning sunlight…
Beyond imagination—my home.
I can see it.

I can hear it…
A fleet—an army—sent to kill.
To destroy planets—galaxies.
The echo of the screams…
I can hear it.

I can smell it…
Can't you?
It's in the air—faint—
But I know it's there.
I can smell it.

I can taste it…
This sand—it isn't ordinary.
There must be something more.
There's always something more.
I can taste it.

I know it…
I'm the last—there's no one.
The moment is fixed; I have no power.
There's no way I can fight it.
I know it.

I have solved it…
Here's how I win—
It always comes with a choice—and an expense.
I can save you—or the ones I love.
I have solved it.

I don't know…
No amount of training could have prepared me
For this—
The right choice is never easy.
I don't know.

I'm so sorry…
I can't help you.
I can't do it.
But I have to:
I'm so sorry.

Help me...
You are defenseless.
Two words I can never refuse.
Yet there is no one to help me.
Help me.

Don't go…
You're ripping my hearts out—
I need someone—anyone—or I'm alone.
Alone in the universe again.
Don't go.

Why me?
Last of the Time Lords—
Destroyer of the Dalek fleet—
Conqueror of the Cybermen—
Why me?

The Curse of the Time Lord:
To have the weight of the world on his shoulders;
To know fixed and flux—true helplessness;
To fight too long and too hard;
To be responsible;
To live too long;
To be alone
Forever.