Doctor Who Poetry

Two poems I wrote for the Doctor Who poetry thing this past weekend.




The Doctor:

There he does stand, always to fight for right;
Gazing down on the galaxies below.
Stronger yet than mortal men is his might -
Only when need is great against a foe.

Hatred, worship, ignorance, love and fear;
Thus are his heroic actions greeted.
Betrayed by his folk, he is their saviour -
For he can't bear to see their death fated.

Doctor of time, with foes evil and cruel;
He battles the dark, that we see the light.
He faces tyrants who would cruse us all -
And beauty, bright beauty, is his delight.

His name means guide, teacher, and warrior;
These he is all, and yet none all the same.
A fool, a coward, a lie, a traitor -
These he is all, and yet none all the same.



The Master:

There he does stand, always to fight for might;
Gazing down on the galaxies below.
Strength greater than mortal men is his right -
Except when fighting an equal hero.

Hatred, worship, ignorance, love and fear;
Thus are his villainous acts greeted.
Betrayed by his folk, he is their traitor -
For he can't bear to see his death fated.

Master of Time, with foes kind and loyal;
That we see the dark, he battles the light.
He faces heroes who would save us all -
And justice, dark justice, is his delight.

His name means guide, teacher, and warrior;
These he is all, and yet none all the same.
A fool, a coward, a lie, a traitor -
These he is all, and yet none all the same.