The Eleventh Doctor is generally known for being a fun-loving, bowtie-wearing, strangely-dancing type. He is those things and I love him for it, but I think it’s also important to remember Eleven is also very old, carrying a lot of grief and rage and darkness. This is Eleven’s story, with all that in mind. This is for the cosmic five year old, certainly, but also for the old worn god searching for comfort and company throughout the centuries.
This is my farewell to my Doctor. Thank you, Eleven and Matt Smith, for everything. This is Heal, Hymn of the Eleventh.
[Best with headphones; lyrics under the cut.]