The Gargoyle

Spreading forth his mighty wings

The gargoyle takes flight

Under the Moon’s watchful gaze

One more time up into the night

His eyes pierce the darkness

A graceful flight through the air

Free from his statuette prison

As if once cursed by Medusa’s stare

The cold winds of darkness

Bestowing to him life once more

For when the sun returns to the horizon

He’ll be but a gargoyle sitting above the door

Copyright: authorchrisbrown