Poetry Challenge #22 -- A Looming Gargoyle

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    Gargoyles are beastly, mysterious stone figures built onto structures so water can spout through their mouths during rainy seasons. Some appear as animals, some appear as humans, some appear as a mix of the two. Gargoyles are also in an old cartoon that you're welcome to use as inspiration as well. My challenge to you, obviously, is to write a poem on the subject of gargoyles, or a gargoyle.

    I offer a list of ideas you can use as inspiration or an idea to get you started:

    • Rainy night
    • Halloween props
    • A walk through the darkness
    • A nightmare
    • Star gazing
    • Describing a gothic building
    • Telling a scary story

    I encourage you to make the poem(s) look pretty with bbcodes. ;) And if you desire a specific structure for you poems, I recommend Shadow Poetry. Don't hesitate to ask any questions!
  2. The Stone Protector

    Clutching the walls
    Of that which you protect
    As darkness falls
    You must never forget
    The purpose you serve,
    Uphold, and respect
    Might rattle a nerve
    But you cannot fret.

    It's up to you
    To defend the castle
    Against the few
    Who dare to battle
    Against the stout
    Gargoyle vassal.
    You bring them doubt,
    As they all prattle.

    They sound the horn,
    Let the battle begin,
    The stone you adorn
    Transforms into skin.
    Your wings expand,
    And patients grows thin
    As you stretch an stand
    They'll die for their sin.

    You battle all night
    Until the sunrise.
    It was hardly a fight,
    You were their demise.
    As moon does set
    And sun takes the skies
    There is no threat.
    Now rest your eyes.
  3. **not my forte but here goes...**


    Demons of darkness come to plague my soul
    I am entrapped into deep undisturbed sleep
    Locked in this nightmare with no escape
    I run through the twisted forest before me
    Skeletal branches grab at my arms and legs
    Beckoning me to join the ranks of the damned
    Atonement for my sins
    I'm lead into the black labyrinth,
    I've lost my way
    The wind moans and cries at my back
    Finally a clearing is spotted up ahead
    And I race toward it as fast as I can
    Branches snap, and wailing ceases
    Entering the clearing there is a black lake
    Poised in the center is a figure
    Dark and mysterious
    It perches upon a glass coffin with chains
    I step forward and my feet do not sink
    I wade closer
    Protective gargoyle lifts its crimson eyes
    Meeting mine
    I remember his face
    Looking down at me from St. Mary's Cathedral
    Where I used to frequent when I was young
    Always watching with empty eyes
    Knowing secrets I could not fathom
    Knowing what I would become
    I hear the church bells toll
    As the crow flies my memories are scattered
    My heart pounds in my chest
    I return my focus and
    Draw ever closer to the coffin
    Slowly the gargoyle shifts his weight
    His gaze falls down as he waits
    Allowing me a moments access to
    Look upon a single innocent face
    For whom does the bell toll?
    It is I
    The face reflected back is mine
    Eternal darkness shall devour my tainted spirit
    And I weep for the sins I have done
    As the stone guardian returns to his post
    I am forever cast out
    The gargoyle lifts his head and grins
    I shall never be whole again
    I entered this darkness with
    No hope of going back
    As the sun begins to rise
    The chains from the coffin depart
    And wrap around my unclean spirit
    The gargoyle must return to mortal perch
    Until night comes again so he can keep watch
    Forever now I shall be kept in brooding

  4. -) Of stone and sleep (-

    The gargoyle sat so staunch and stony

    somehow lost in thought. But wait
    indignation ripe with fury
    though his visage does portray
    Claws and teeth bare and boney
    seeking out some weaker prey
    but the gargoyle in his anger
    dormant lays, unmoved by change.

    Seeming now to stare at someone
    perhaps a vile passerby
    is his anger, ripe with fury
    Cast upon a mortal’s eye?
    Into darkness, day is creeping
    as the cobblestones they tread
    Now the Statue I was watching
    Gleams and crumbles now with dread.

    As the angels guard the heavens
    so do these wings guard the tower
    flesh of stone and blood of sand
    The centurion of a marble clan
    Is there a target painted somewhere
    on the back of a wicked stranger?
    or Was It I whose actions bearing
    caused the Guardian to awaken?

    "take heart, stranger" comes the voice,
    grinding gears that send sharp shivers
    I wish to run, but have no choice

    Quaking with anticipation, as the gargoyle stands erect
    wings that stretch, these wings of doom
    grasp and steal my every breathe
    "Awaken now, for now is morning."
    Awake I do, for dreams are fleeting.

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    Enclose my hands, my head a drift;
    A statue of stone, of gray and guardian withstand
    Inside you, oh dear,
    Dear, Mister Gargoyle.
    You rest atop that chipped edge,
    Edge so tough, so high; what's it like?
    Your eyes drift through to the city's edge,
    Watching and guarding, your stone muscles at a haunch.
    The wings on your back sprout as if to fly;
    Fly into the darkness to protect us while we sleep.

    Mister Gargoyle, tell me please,
    My head a drift, staring up at you;
    Tell me, what's it like?
    You're a guardian, dear beast, a warrior.
    And as your jaw lay unhinged, the water may come
    To water our gardens and to seal our room windows.
    Give me the story; your story of protection.
    The justice, the deeds, and the bravery of your stone body.
    Your wings; the blankets of peace and sleep.
    May I sit with you?

    Give me the story as I sit here with you.
    The nightmares that enrage your stone-hinged soul.
    Give my thoughts an ease, for you are my protection, are you not?
    Your claws lay outstretched; a stern-cold look on your grey-stone face.
    And yet, you grip these sides, the edges of this church.
    You are the peace to my dreams;
    The source to my peaceful days and nights.
    You serve through the centuries, only to be banished and frowned upon.
    But you are mine, my eternity salvation.
    Give me your bravery, and I'll give you my peace,
    You do not need to go through anymore of what you have endured.

    I thank you, Mister Gargoyle,
    For being here till this day, gripping the chipped edges, and fighting all of our nightmares.
    Let my breath send you forth, though.
    You have done your job, and have served well.
    Go lie, lie to sleep.
    Sleep your nightmares away, and fold your wings.
    I love you so, but I rather see you live
    Then die away and to be forgotten.

    I wish for your fair return,
    But take your time,
    Rest in peace.
    Until you come again
    And bring us all the protection that we'll need.
  6. Gargoyle Acrostic

    Grotesque in design and execution

    Aloft it sits on a pedestal of stone

    Relentless is its piercing gaze

    Grisly teeth and threatening claws

    Obligation and mortar bind it to stay

    Year after year without fail

    Lying in wait of danger

    Eternally it watches over us