Poem -
Gargoyle King
Hideous in the beauty of granite stone,
Sentinel of the church tower throne.
Vacant eyes ponder all it oversees,
Pigeons like jesters, frolic the rooftop eaves.
Vigilant in judgment of the church going mass,
These souls are unworthy for heaven to pass.
Wings unfurled, ready to take flight,
To the luminous stars at midnight.
The King of his rooftop domain,
Shaped in granite evermore he'll reign.
Alas imprisoned in rigid bespelled stone,
Gargoyle perched on his church tower throne.
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Comments
Hey Sister!!.......I LOVE gargoyles and all their historical significance....... enjoyed the way you incorporated and wove the clichΓ©'s within it's logic movement here......"In rigid, bespelled, stone..".......perfect!!........ALL STARS!!...... high fives sister girl!!....... LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo.Β ?β³β΄β
LOTIC.....NOT logic...... sorry!!Β Β ?
'Vacant eyes ponder all it oversees,' Β indeed! Β people who go to church are sometimes not what they seem, oftentimes they leave 'church' inside the building, forgetting that they are supposed to be the 'church'....love these pull quoted lines....beware of what the Gargoyle King sees, so very cool, Lisa
'Vigilant in judgment of the church going mass,
These souls are unworthy for heaven to pass.'