Charcoal Gargoyle - poem


Charcoal Gargoyle,

you who have ascended from the soil, what do you know about the upcoming storm? I see winds that're blowing in a new direction, I see a world that is entering a new dimension. Acid clouds are hanging threatingly low, pursuing us children of Adam; doomed below. You with age in your eyes and sternity in your veins, you who neither can fly nor make any change. You have a great knowledge in your scars, you who know more than us about the plague, the love and the stars.

Why these castles built on floating sand, why this senselessness in our human hands?
Maybe weren't we made do try, maybe weren't we made to stay, charcoal Gargoyle, what do you say?

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