Emberraart

They are returning through the wall, The Eleventh soon will fall. Your hour's up raggedy man, Time to make your final stand. You can't regenerate again, Twelve come and gone this is the end. No time for that, go arm yourself. Help them when there's no one else. "You come and get me!" The Time Lords returning, Trenzalore is burning, The call to parley is a trap for the Time Lord. The Doctor is dying The Doctor is dying The Doctor is dying The Doctor is dying! "Not one line of this" "Not one line of this" Loved ones will be by your side, There to weep and say goodbye. Just hold on, it's not long now, Eleven's taking his last bow. Help him