The Gargoyle
Always watching, sitting and watching.
Beholding a million moons passing by.
A cold black heart covered in stone.
Only the rain offers tears to cry.
Always the same features, frozen face.
Caught in a frown mistaken for a smile.
And what a smile it is! Ripped across the lips.
A carved grin, that's been there for a while.
Useless wings, broken, unable to fly.
Doomed to kneel, to watch and wait. Forever?
But patience has been the dearest companion.
When will they spread to fly again? Never?
A lot of time to muse and ponder,
for sleep is impossible to be found.
A silent wish for a miracle and wonder,
for this stone is bound to forsaken ground.