I got inspired by the Harvest moon tonight to write this. It's my first time writing 11, Amy and Rory. I don't have much time to write the A/N
I don't own Dr Who, or Smog Moon which is by Matthew Sweet.
Amy, Rory and The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS and into the night. They were in a field of wheat, with a perfect view of the sky.
"Right, I promised something amazing so here it is!" The Doctor announced.
There's a smog moon, in the amber sky, wavering and burning like a golden lie
I fell so far, I didn't think I'd make it back
We are all made, as an afterthought,
Destined to believe that we are what we are not
I'm afraid, but I don't need to tell you that
"Well, um I don't see anything. It's just a field." Rory spoke after a minute.
"And why did you tell me to bring a blanket?" Amy asked.
There's a smog moon coming I can always feel it
The cartoon trees cannot conceal it
When it's high up in the sky, it almost looks like it is white
When it's high up in the sky, it almost looks like
"Look up." The Doctor answered. "It's a cold night."
They did.
There's a lost man, with a bitter soul, Only for a moment,
Did life make him whole
And while he was, he thought he was invincible
"That's.. beautiful." Amy whispered.
There's a smog moon coming I can always feel it
The cartoon trees cannot conceal it
When it's high up in the sky, it almost looks like it is white
When it's high up in the sky, it almost looks like it is white
The Moon was closer to the Earth than the Ponds had ever seen. It was shining bright, with a fantastic intensity.
They're not your words, but you're reciting the lines
You don't mean a thing, but you exist in their minds
How does it feel, when they have turned out the lights?
'Cause you know they sooner would get rid of you, than fight.
"You two sit down, cuddle up, watch the moon. We have 30 minutes until we have to leave. I'll be in the TARDIS." The Doctor commanded, then left.
And the dark night, has the strongest pull
We both know that staying young, can take its toll
Are you afraid of finding out you're over that
"Well, I guess we better do what the man says." Amy chuckled.
"Alright." Rory agreed
There's a smog moon coming I can always feel it
The cartoon trees cannot conceal it
When it's high up in the sky, it almost looks like it is white
When it's high up in the sky, it almost looks like it is white
When it's high up in the sky, it almost looks like it is white
When it's high up in the sky, it almost looks like
It's white
They lay in the field. Amy's head on Rory's chest, Rory holding Amy close.
Fin.