They passed me by, all of those necromancers

There was no way to tune in for my rightful answers

A dungeoneer, getting clues wasn't easy

Until there came a new foe

When Lord Fear joined the show

Now his plans are also ours to know

Four of us are spying

There's no magnifying

Save for watchers' dread

Staring in the spyglass

Listening until his eyes turn red

(Though it looks alarming, not sure that it's harming)

Hear his henchmen toady

Get a causeway code we

Need so I don't fall

Somehow thanks to magic, we see into his pool

Or in Series 5, his crystal ball

It's safe to spy thanks to delayed reaction

It takes him minutes to pick up the hated infraction

Just like Tim Child, his middle name is Maurice

Each time his scheming will flow

And we're hearing him crow

Then it changes: suddenly he'll know...