Doctor Who Poetry (Volume I)

How the Story Ends

We know the beginning;

Doctor who?

We know the middle;

To always hold hands.

To never give up,

And see the impossible.

But this is how the story ends.

Not with a shout;

Or a wild thought;

But a whisper of goodbye.

Yet you never think you'd hear those words.

You forget everything that once was normal

And sweet.

Yet my salvation,

Comes with a different price.

Once we were friends,

But mysteries tore us apart.

At the end of the day, I came back,

To save you.

You were my salvation,

In my darkest hours,

When I didn't know who I was.

I was your Clara.

And I would always die to save you.

Don't let go; that's the secret.

And I will never let go,

As I'm torn in two,

And two million.

I will never forget you.

And who you were to me.

So even if your secret's revealed, I'll be your salvation.

Take me to the end of time,

And show us our graves.

Because this is how the story ends.

And I'll fly with you, 'til we touch the sky.

Or fall down under, the darkest sea,

Because eleven faces is all I see,

Yet here you are, another face yet to be,

Not the Doctor,

But the broken promise.

You did it in peace and sanity,

But not in the name of the Doctor.

This must be how the story ends,

With a final battle on Trenzalore.

And though you may die,

Or become something more,

Something deadly and frightening,

I'll be with you, ever more,

Because you are my salvation,

And this is the end.

This is how the story goes:

With pain and loss and love,

Yet this is how it ends.

With death on Trenzalore.