The snap that broke sweet Melody's bone,
The three that saw the stars and beyond,
The final farewell, that last "Come along Pond."
The Weeping Angels took the city that never slept,
But Steven Moffat took our hearts, and Arthur laughed while we wept.
The two lovers that whispered; "Together, or not at all."
A fandom's unanimous cry as we watched them fall.
With the final page forced to turn, the Pond's story ends,
Stony hands worked to tear apart the lonely god and his friends.
No more of the Last Centurion, or the Girl Who Waited,
As the Raggedy Man said, once the future was read it was fated.
And now all over Tumblr the Whovians mourn,
We cry and we yell and treat Moffat with scorn.
We let fly with the gifs, the photosets and the feels,
And wait sadly to see what the Christmas Special yields.