So all day long the noise of battle roll'd
Among the Twitterers, through evening news
Until the Doctor's TARDIS, flown by man
Had fallen, like Gallifrey, about its Lord,
Capaldi, then, because his wound was deep
The bold Chris Chibnall uplifted him
Capaldi, last in a line of Doctors male
And bore him to a forest, across a field
Regenerating him to woman brave
That stood in dark wood of silent trees
On one side lay adventure in TARDIS blue
On another a great hoard of gynophobes
Then asked the wise one clearly
Does the sequel of today unsolder all
The goodliest fellowship of famous men
Whereof Whovians hold record?
Do the men you loved sleep such a sleep?
Think you that nevermore at future time
Shall we be delighted by heroic deeds
From TARDIS console entered?
The world would perish were womankind so weak
Timelords regenerate to save once more
The man so smitten through the helm
Continues with a mind that is the pride
Which tumbles forth and cries
Behold, she IS the Doctor
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