The Rhyme, a Doctor Who fan poem

My child, I sing this as you sleep:
The secret you must always keep,
Your name, the reflection of your soul
Once known will always do you ill.

When a Time Lord’s name is revealed,
Time itself will become unsealed.
The twin suns will burn no more,
Gallifrey will fall into war.

Worlds will crumble into dust,
Your home will burn, and it must.
For the price the lone survivor pays
Is our time locked up for all days.

The healer can’t renew the ember;
War will call him to remember.
Friends, enemies, enemies, friends,
After which the Time War ends.


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