Disclaimer: If I owned the weeping angels I couldn't write this, they didn't have fan fiction in 1963.
Lonely Assassins
Silent statues in a dusty room,
The angels stand deceiving,
Weeping as though they graced a tomb,
But none of them are grieving.
Predators waiting for prey,
To enter their dark domain,
It only takes a quick look away,
For nothing to remain.
Hands cloak their empty eyes,
One look and they turn to stone,
And so because of their perfect disguise,
They will forever be alone.
My first attempt at a rhyming poem! Please tell me what you think of it!