Ticking, ticking, goes the clock.

Twelve.

Ever ticking, it never stops.

Eleven.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Ten.

But time runs out, it always does.

Nine.

So Eleven's time, it ticks away,

Eight.

As it did for dear old Ten.

Seven.

The Doctor shall fall as Silence did.

Six.

As the clock ticks on towards twelve.

Five.

And when it strikes, for strike it shall,

Four.

Eleven shall fall down dead.

Three.

Gone with Ten, Nine, and Eight.

Two.

Never to be heard again.

One.

The clock strikes twelve,

And with it's toll, the Doctor 

Falls and takes his bow.

Zero.

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(A/N So, this is an entry of mine for the ITB poetry competition. My mood was eerie, and I hope this counts O.o Aaaaanywho, hope you enjoyed, and Merry Christmas! Hope everyone has enjoyed the Christmas Special, and hopefully I'll be able to see it soon as well xD)