On a street across the emerald green island, Was an unseen circle of cobblestones, A strange green light burst from the cracks, Along with ancient musical Irish tones.
Trust me I’m here for you whatever, Through anything the world throws, I know I’ve known you a few days, But I’m here wherever the path goes.
It said it wouldn’t come so soon, But it’s on the welcome mat, The unwelcome sight of horror, The unexpected vision of that.
Red light on the pitch black horizon, Glowing like the fires of hell, Clouds billowing over like rough waves, Emitting that rotten egg smell.
The hedge trimmer pierced his precious skin, Falling on the leafy green ground, Surrounded by the privet twigs slowly dying, Greenery and loneliness all around.
On the way to see a very old lonely man, I was walking on an ancient cobbled road, Glass smoothed by hundreds of hard shoes, A proud country of lives continually erode.
Born with a burden hanging round our neck, Rule breaking punished or rewarded, A maze of amazement ringroading pitfalls, Each standout achievement recorded. The mundane actions lost in the commotion,
It was the night after Christmas, When all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, Not even a tiny little mouse.
Exterminate, exterminate, the speech went, Driving round in his armoured shell, Death ray was constantly cocked and ready, Designed for giving all enemies hell.
The cold streets are left deserted of people, The bustling Highcross is deathly quiet. The King Power is empty of its ardent supporters, The market stalls are without the riot.
Part Dalek 