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
Brilliant imagination. Well written!
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Thank you for your kind words
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My pleasure!
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