I do not own Doctor who or any of the other characters used within the short poem.
Most Feared Of Men.
There are many tales in this wide universe we inhabit.
Tales of wonder never imagined,
heroes who will never be forgotten.
There are tales of men above reproach and men feared beyond reason.
John Crichton, a madman on a mad ship,
who destroys worlds and breaks reality.
Dalek Kan, who hates all as he fears all,
who would remake the universe in his image.
Captain Jack, un-dieing and eternal.
Sacrificing all to save what he must.
Of them and many others.
But there is one known above all others.
A man loved, and hated,
feared, and welcomed,
A man called the Doctor.
It is said that armies run at his name,
whole worlds destroyed at his passing.
Last of the time lords,
First of the time lords.
Demons may run when a good man goes to war.
But reality trembles when the doctor calls for vengeance.
Prophecy tells of the day the Doctor will die.
A few have even seen the day.
But the believers know.
There are two truths in this universe.
We all die.
And the Doctor does not.
He is the one thing eternal in this universe.
We know he will always be there on the edge of reality,
him and his companions.
He will be watching the world through their young eyes,
trying to once more see the wonder.
We know he will always be there on the edge of reality
A shield between us and entropy.
The wicked will always tremble,
at the saying of a single sentence.
"The Doctor is coming."