Come along Ponds,
Back into the T.A.R.D.I.S, safe and sound,
Without a fallen mound.
Blood and bones,
The quiet moan,
Tears and fears.
If pain and loss define us,
Then is love of a mad man truly just?
He showed you stars, planets, and pirates,
But the power of three came too late.
Now every story has an end,
And all too soon, everyone dies,
Bitter ends and frozen lies,
The beloved Ponds.
Blinking, the angel sings,
Beneath New York wings,
One man sits, alone and burdened.
Reading a torn page, windswept and tear stained.
You and me, time and space.
Now on a single page.
His beloved Ponds.
"Goodbye, raggedy man!"
In loving memory of the 11th Doctors' first companions.
R.I.P. Amy Pond and Rory Williams.
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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...
