Through His Eyes

Through his eyes, I see the lightening hot streaks of the soulless metallic demons weapons as they rain down death from the dark crimson skies. I heard the brave and sorrowful last words of generations, fighting back burning tears, listening to their final cries. I see the ashes, black, grey, hateful red tipped ends. He wipes them away numbly as they char his hair and his skin. I see the golden glory that was his home. Shimmering spirals that reached for the misty russet clouds. Falling from their former grace under a once unbreakable dome. I see his hand tremble and feel both his hearts break at the terrible lonely decision he now must make. I watch him reach for the "such an innocent word" button and plan his urgent escape. Through his eyes I see, Through all time and space, He will never forget Sweet Angel of Gallifrey, He will save you yet