I tend to write angsty love poetry, so get ready. I'd suggest some tissues, and maybe some chocolate for extra comfort.
Also, reviews are, again, LOVE.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Doctor Who. If I did, I'd give Moffat a heart attack.
The wind on the streets of London is low
Rain causes lighting of streetlamp to glow
No matter the time, hour or day
My memories haunt me of Bad Wolf Bay
Bad Wolf Bay, I loathe that day
When all things were joyful but turned to dismay
No offering worthy, no debt can repay
The feeling I had before Bad Wolf Bay
Remembering stories of loss and pain
The stabbing I felt when it started to rain
I never thought our goodbyes that way
When your phrase was cut short on Bad Wolf Bay
Bad Wolf Bay, I loathe that day
When all things were joyful but turned to dismay
No offering worthy, no debt can repay
The feeling I had before Bad Wolf Bay
It helps me to daydream of blissful things
How you used to whistle, how you used to sing
"I'm here to hold his hand," I'd say
But no hand held comfort on Bad Wolf Bay
Bad Wolf Bay, I loathe that day
When all things were joyful but turned to dismay
No offering worthy, no debt can repay
The feeling I had before Bad Wolf Bay
Days seem to pass and time starts to fade
No memory kept of the promise you made
I've never been one to religiously pray
Yet identity changed after Bad Wolf Bay
Bad Wolf Bay, I loathe that day
When all things were joyful but turned to dismay
No offering worthy, no debt can repay
The feeling I had before Bad Wolf Bay
Bad Wolf Bay, I miss that day
What you hadn't said but you needed to say
No words can replace it, those three words' array
Were left unspoken on Bad Wolf Bay
Everything came to an end that day
That day on the shore of our Bad Wolf Bay