Being a Whovian
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We won’t blink when we see a stone face
and we all embrace the chill
Though even if our eyes drifted into space,
we know the unseeing face remains still
Their grand silhouette shadows that of a man,
and sends our hearts running away
Though we all knew its end before it began
yet our heart still begs us to stay.
The most feared of all may suddenly appear
and screech in our ears, “Exterminate!”
Though, we’ve all obtained that smug little sneer
so we won’t stop and think to hesitate.
We don’t let our fears tell our bodies no.
We are careful never to blend.
We know there can’t be a dull moment though
Because we are all just stories in the end