Short, sketchy poem for my Post-Pond Depression.
Expect more over the next few days. Spoilers for TATM.
G~
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The Angel is Weeping
Her eyes out of sight,
Waiting and sleeping,
For the time to be right.
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The tombstone is calling,
The name carved in stone,
For the Roman to fall in,
And grow old alone.
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But his Wife, she is crying,
Her choices are bold,
It's her time for dying,
And she wants to grow old.
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And so, they are living,
Somewhere, no remorse,
Hoping and giving,
Together, of course.
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This story is ending,
The Ponds sun has set,
But the end is the beginning,
Of the story none will forget.
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And they lived happily ever after.
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But the Doctor is grieving,
He's lonely, again,
Old, tired, and deceiving,
An old, old, old man.