AN: I own nothing

I didn't originally write this for Doctor who, but I thought it could describe the Doctor pretty well. Feedback is welcome and all kinds as well.

Old Eyes

Shadows walk in twisted guise.

A man looks out with old, old eyes,

older than the burning sun,

eyes that saw the world begun.

Storm and fire and ice and rage,

uncontained and has no cage.

Blacker that the darkest night,

but brighter than the brightest light.

With eyes of wisdom the man saw

the twisting, gaping of the maw.

Blood and war have been his life

and now he watches the endless strife.

Review please, I would like to know how I've done.