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Poem title:Gargoyles, That Stare.

Poem title:Gargoyles, That Stare.

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The Gargoyle has sat upon roof tops looking down on the City of men for hundreds of years; their purpose in question, and their status set in stone. Coming from the French word gargle, as from the throat serve as rain drains dispensing rooftop water run off. This poem draws the creature close to man as a hero and friend. The message it holds is a solid and clear one, there as servant to both God and mankind, never wavering in purpose or thought, but is willing to sacrifice what we have so little of these days; time. Then perhaps there not by choice, but as punishment, chained, and imprisoned in stone between two worlds, a century to guard and protect us all.
The Gargoyle has sat upon roof tops looking down on the City of men for hundreds of years; their purpose in question, and their status set in stone. Coming from the French word gargle, as from the throat serve as rain drains dispensing rooftop water run off. This poem draws the creature close to man as a hero and friend. The message it holds is a solid and clear one, there as servant to both God and mankind, never wavering in purpose or thought, but is willing to sacrifice what we have so little of these days; time. Then perhaps there not by choice, but as punishment, chained, and imprisoned in stone between two worlds, a century to guard and protect us all.

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Published by: Raw Ink on Apr 16, 2010
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COPYRIGHT ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, MAY NOT REPRODUCE WITHOUTPERMISSION
 
GARGOYLES
 
By Jeff Hairabedian
That Stare“Alone in this city with nothing to doI set out to find trouble the only thing I knewFrom top this building some one called my nameI said to myself that sounds like a Dame
 
I climb up to see just who it might beOnly to fine these Gargoyles staring at meI yelled out loud, “Who called my name?”Came back an echo that say the sameFar end of the building was some type of noiseWho was it that plays with these toys?Tawas a wooden couple that slide by on a track,First a half dressed man clad in his under slacksThen an angry woman she was old and fatLeaning out a window of the town’s clock A pretty young Fraulein with whom he was caught. This one part I’m glad I did not missEach time he pass, she blow him a kissWay upon top was a large golden bellI knew the time midnight- because I heard it pang twelve.That’s when those things stepped into the lightYou ever see what Gargoyles fight?Goblins and Demons that come for men’s soulsThe ugliest things if I be so boldThe creatures I seen were not carved out of stone

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