A/N so here's another little poem. It's from the Doctor's perspective, reflecting upon his companions and his journeys with them. Basically the main idea is asking if the means justifies the end. If the journey justifies their death, or loss.

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My hand outstretched

I whisper "run"

You always follow

When the time does come

Danger is near

Hot on our heels

Death may be close

Away we must steal

Through time and space

We'll travel afar

To each small wonder

To every star

The times will be great

We'll bring mercy and peace

To the most evil of beings

The adventures won't cease

But as all things must

This time will end

There is always loss

I you will transcend

Is it worth the ending?

When the journey is done?

I ask myself this

When we start to run