Let's have another villanelle, and another Doctor Who themed poem.
(If it helps, I've just watched the penultimate episode of season 6. In other words, I don't yet know the resolution of this particular plotline. So make like the Silence and shush... and make like River and don't tell me any spoilers. Sweetie.)
Don't laugh at me. Stop it.
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Silence will fall when the question is asked.
Who will ask it and who will answer?
What of the future and what of the past?
The question in question will be unmasked.
It will be the fault of the time-and-space dancer.
Silence will fall when the question is asked.
The Silence will strongly lambaste
The one they believe to be a cancer.
What of the future and what of the past?
Which side will manage to outlast?
We can tell when we hear the laughter.
Silence will fall when the question is asked.
The Doctor's ability is unsurpassed.
The Silence can run, but he can run faster.
What of the future and what of the past?
Our savior's following has been amassed.
Our questions and prayers have been answered.
Silence will fall when the question is asked.
What of the future and what of the past?
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