Monster, monster,
Where have you gone?
Left me in the dark,
Blinded by a drunken rage.
The oncoming apocolypse,
Sweetville will be your salvation,
To become the new Adam and Eve's,
The crimson horror has spread,
Killing more and more,
Soon it'll be knocking on your door,
His image in your eye,
Investigations are in order.
Jenny goes in,
And may never come out,
Strax would rather blow the place
To smithereens.
But no, the monster is there,
Ada has chained him up,
The poor reject.
Not a human bone in his body.
Doctor's back, but where's Clara?
She's dead,
But she isn't,
So put her in the chimney.
Stop the symbyolic relationship
Of Mr. Sweet, the deadly leech,
And his vile venom.
Or let death rain from above.
Her mother no longer wants her,
As it's a dawn of a bright new day,
And she is the darkness of the old,
Experimented on as a child, blinded by evil.
A gun to her head, the foolish child!
'Just, let her go,
Let your daughter go.'
But death waits for Mrs. Gillyflower.
'Please forgive me, Ada,'
'Never.'
'And Mr. Sweet, don't leave me.'
Yet Ada kills it in a fit of rage.
Back to the present the Doctor goes,
Ada will be brilliant,
And step into the light,
But Angie and Artie know something's up;
So expect them in the next show!
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Doctor Who Poetry (Volume I)
FanfictionI am and always will be the σρтιмιsт, The нσρεя of far-flung нσρεs and ∂яεαмεя of ιмρяσвαвℓε ∂яεαмs. [The Almost People] Doctor Who Poetry celebrates the long-running British sci-fy show "Doctor Who" with a collection of fifty poems inspired by epi...
