More poetry
Another poem about the Time War: should point out how old this is, written in year 8.
THE FATE OF BATTLE
I see our men, wounded and broken
Their hearts heavy with sorrow of the loss that we suffered
We shall fight on, through rain and snow
Gather your guns, it’s time to go.
Through slime and sludge, painfully stumbling
Smoke from fires and the sound of lasers
Our men start to fall like dominoes
Through the smoke we see the guns
Robotic killers and merciless murderers.
The battle is over now
Bodies strewn everywhere
Dalek and Gallifreyan alike
We have all made a vow
To honour our fallen friends
This is the fate of battle
THE FATE OF BATTLE
I see our men, wounded and broken
Their hearts heavy with sorrow of the loss that we suffered
We shall fight on, through rain and snow
Gather your guns, it’s time to go.
Through slime and sludge, painfully stumbling
Smoke from fires and the sound of lasers
Our men start to fall like dominoes
Through the smoke we see the guns
Robotic killers and merciless murderers.
The battle is over now
Bodies strewn everywhere
Dalek and Gallifreyan alike
We have all made a vow
To honour our fallen friends
This is the fate of battle