The Weeping Angel Who Did Not Weep

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Seriously I just wrote this

Short poem about a weeping angel who made Rory and Amy disappear

I am a Weeping Angel

But I no Longer Weep

I didn’t really see him

But there he was in front of me.

I didn’t mean to do that

He scared me you see

But then He was there 

Be he’s gone thanks to me

In front of me was three people

One feered by my kind

He calls himself the Doctor

But I don’t really mind

By him was a lady with hair of red

I think the man was her husband

Her final words were said. 

In matter of minutes she disappeared like him

What made me want to break

Was the face of the man my kind feared

Look like something was taken from him

Like something he held dear

For the moment on I decided to weep

But no for you to hear. 

I put my head on the cold marble

So I wouldn’t hurt anymore who are dear