The Broken Gargoyle

By TheLastDragon

Darkness falls
On a city of dust,
A broken shell.

One beast stands
On the ruins of a world,
With eyes of stone.

Rock crumbles.
With the passage of time,
The watcher bleeds.

Streams of sand
Tear the skin and rip flesh
Made of granite.

The watcher
Long ago turned his head
To the decay.

Ages past,
The sentinel forgot
His vigilance.

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Published on Tuesday, February 21, 2006. Filed under: "Philosophical" and "Poetry"

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Comments on "The Broken Gargoyle"

On Friday, December 29, 2017, Just Dave (448) wrote:

Very visual which is my fav. Great write. JD
On Friday, October 2, 2015, themasterhunter (43) wrote:

I like the mentality of the creature, and the story that he tells.
A former member wrote: To eclipse places long bereft of man...this is the great work of poetry. I crumble with him there, observing the ruin of life equally as nonplussed. Thank you.
On Monday, October 17, 2011, Alchemist (679) wrote:

This was a very elegant poem done in a such simple and raw way. Great write.
On Monday, October 17, 2011, whisperingwalls (210) wrote:

Great imagery, really feeling the gargoyle as a sleeping sentinel.
On Wednesday, May 9, 2007, stormtalk (727) wrote:

nice image; artfully simple
On Saturday, April 1, 2006, Equinox Asylum (140) wrote:

Great write. Thanx.
On Tuesday, February 21, 2006, happilydepressed (400) wrote:

awesome i love this