Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, but I'm working on it.
Oh, Doctor, we're all just fairytales in the end-
Well, I guess, on your perspective, it depends.
You, the Doctor, who's a prince and yet the evil guy
Amy, the princess who can merely watch and stand by.
Me, the mysterious protagonist who helps solve the problem,
The TARDIS, who's our magical kingdom.
You say it's just a fairytale, but see,
I know it isn't... please, trust me.
Oh, how that day I can recall,
It was that day that silence did fall.
Oh, and you dance like a drunken giraffe, no offense.
Even though I know this cheerfulness is just a pretense.
So laugh while you can, oh, sweetie, but soon you'll find out,
What this story arc's been all about.
The Pandorica, the silence, the universe going insane,
The cracks in time and little Amy having a special brain.
But remember when back to me my diary you send,
Oh, Doctor, we're all just fairytales in the end.
A/N: I really like writing poetry, if you haven't noticed.