The Doctor dies

Yet Canton lies

Reality falls for the third time

Tick Tock, goes the clock

Even when they can't

Tick Tock, yet naught is lost

Until the fall of the Eleventh

And though his oldest friends fall as well

But his best give him the strength to crumble

The Last Centurion

And The Girl Who Waited

Now partly his father and mother

And the woman who kills him

Looks into his eyes

Now he may kiss the bride

Yet count the cost

This time naught is lost

For the smallest gave him life.