AI Poem - The Time War Child

In the heart of the Time War, where galaxies quiver, Where the fabric of time does shiver and shiver, A child of the Time Lords, young and unseen, Looks upon the chaos, feeling unclean.

Gallifrey burns, in the night's fiery grip, While the Doctor's own kin fight and slip, Through the moments that time has torn, Where the future is lost, and the past is born.

The Daleks advance, a legion of dread, Their war cries echo, a symphony of the dead, Lasers fly, and the sky turns to ash, As the child watches, feeling so rash.

"Mother, Father," the young one does call, But their voices are lost in the thrall, Of the never-ending battle's cruel song, Where the right and the wrong are all wrong.

In the TARDIS, the Doctor does roam, Seeking peace in a place called home, Yet the War Doctor he becomes, you see, When the choice is to live or to flee.

The Time Lock holds tight, a cosmic jail, For the war that would never fail, But the whispers of war, they never cease, In the mind of a child, forever in peace.

The Moment chooses, and the Doctor stands still, Faced with the end of his own will, To destroy or to save, the ultimate cost, The child cries out, "Is this justice, or lost?"

The stars weep, as the suns grow cold, For the war that can never be told, But in the shadow of the final day, The child of time finds a new way.

Through the cracks of the universe, they peek, At the lives saved, by a paradox sleek, The Doctor's choice, a silent decree, The Time War ends, in a mysterious spree.

Now, in the quiet of a newborn dawn, The child dreams of the battles long gone, Of a time when the Time Lords were free, Before the war consumed all but three.

The echoes of war, they never leave, In the hearts of those who had to believe, That in the end, love and hope might win, And peace would begin, where the Time War did spin.

The child of the Time Lords, so small and alone, Grows in the whispers of the Time Stone, They'll carry the scars of the great divide, And the promise of the Time War inside.

In the end, when the stars align, They'll stand tall, with a new design, A guardian of the web of time, so vast, With the power to heal the temporal blast.

For the Time War is over, but the story goes on, Of a child who became something strong, A symbol of hope, in a universe wide, A Time Lord, born from the ashes, ready to guide.