Doctor Who
Time twisting space twirling,
flying through it all,
blue and white,
all take flight,
spinning as it falls,
through a vortex of time,
going as it tries,
to fight those who wish,
to destroy the T.A.R.D.I.S.,
the companion and the Doctor,
fights through the wire,
that starts the fire,
to the Doctor’s hearts,
to protect the innocent,
weak,
and helpless,
to fight for a new generation,
till regeneration.
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