Pro Imaginarius.

Never to interfere, only to watch
he swore in the mighty Capitol
The Time Lords‘ Citadel without a scratch
the looks of it purely magical

The deep grass of red, the silver leaves
of trees ‚round the Abydos lake
the shining two Suns in both hearts of a thief
could they at any point break?

He went to the Time Vaults and took his chance
one that has been deeply dormant
he broke through the gates without asking twice
„Can I steal you a Moment?“

And then he lived eleven lives of pain
to obtain his final atonement.