The Gargoyle

Short poem about a gargoyle

After a millenia I've awakened

High atop a perch overlooking my old city

Once I was worshiped as a preeminent being

Over many years it would appear I've become forsaken

I now gaze upon society not with anger

But pity

Pity for the gits traipsing about

Unable to see the darkness consuming them

Long ago I would have been their savior

Abolishing the dark

Filling the void with light

Alas, men have become too intertwined with sin

Now I only have to offer prayer

I pray that they will once again see

That they will lift their veils of naivety

That they will cleanse their clouded minds

And murky souls

Only then will they again be worthy

Of my empathy

Until that dawn may arise

I shall unfurl my wings

And take to the skies

Watching and waiting on all humanity

With hopeful eyes