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!
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.
**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 Silence Entering the clearing there is a black lake Poised in the center is a figure Dark and mysterious Alluring Frightening 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 Waiting Watching Knowing what I would become Dong! 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 Dong! Slowly the gargoyle shifts his weight His gaze falls down as he waits Judgement Allowing me a moments access to Look upon a single innocent face Dong! 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 Lost 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 Darkness
-) 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.<o:p></o:p>
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.
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
