He was a Doctor in a Blue Tardis
With two hearts as pure as gold,
He looked the part of a hero
Standing straight and tall and bold.

It was a part he had long trained for
prior to putting his jacket on,
And when sheathed in battered leather
He found all his uncertainties had gone.

Why would he encounter monsters?
Why should he even care?
The answer was rather simple
He’d found his damsel fair.

He fought not for his family
nor for his planet or even God,
He battled ferociously for the one he cherished
and most found that quite odd.

But his enthusiasm took him places
that the majority did dread to go,
and his devotion to her did steer him
like others could not know.

The trouble was his memories
for though he looked so sturdy and bright,
in places life had worn him thin
though you’d never recognise by sight.

And recollections that should bounce off him
would penetrate and he’d recoil,
because though he looked like cold hard steel
He was built more like foil.

That didn’t seem to make much sense
not to the untrained eye,
how could one who played the hero

Suffer, scream, and cry?

But he was meant for the damsel
and they were fated for great love,
so he patched up his weakest spots
to be a Doctor she’d be proud of.

Rising then in his Blue Tardis
He battled monsters once again;
their anger and their intense fire
could not cause him too much pain.

But when the Daleks did arrive
and his guard and defences did fail,
He found his damsel there for him
through the wind and all the hale.

For she was not so powerless
As she was happy to see,
Just how far this alien would go
To make her monsters flee.

It wasn’t that she needed him
but she sought a love so pure,
it wasn’t that she was unwell
but she knew he held the cure.

And when he’d fought as long and hard
As a Gallifrayen could ever do,
She knew the moment had come indeed
And she jumped in right on cue.

For her doctor had his own monster
and only she could see,
the monsters flaws exposed
so she could make it flee.

And as she slew the monsters
their love just seemed to grow,
and with their torments cold and lifeless
they stood with eyes aglow.

They looked into each other
through the vortex and into soul,
they realised that apart they lacked
but jointly they became whole.