Eleven's Last Farewell

Hello, old friend, and here we are. You and me, on the last page. Yes, I suppose it's time I stop pretending. Eleven has fallen, and I must accept it at some point. So here it is, my coping strategy: a smallish poem that acts as a gravestone for the Eleventh. Heartbreak and horror within. Here the wounds of TTotD are reopened. Be warned of melancholiness and the Ponds.