The Gargoyle

Dark storm clouds
fly across the raven sky
The stony stare
Hidden in the dark
The crooked back
Bent over the edge
The gnarly claws
Holding onto the base
There sits the guardian
Atop the tower
The bell chimes the hour
And still he sits unmoving
Uncaring of the rain
Passing his cold stony lips

Here’s a new one…hope u like it 🙂

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4 Responses to The Gargoyle

  1. deadpoet88 says:

    This is beautiful! I love how you make the gargoyle feel so alive! Lovely imagery.

  2. hoiden says:

    thank u 🙂

  3. alienhippy says:

    This is very good, you made the picture come to life. Lovely choice of words. Thank you. x

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