The Gargoyle

I have a free soul
Or rather, I am a free soul
Or rather, I used to be.
They tied me down one day, before I could protest
And muzzled me with their thick paws of greed
They sculpted their horrid forms around my shimmering aura
Molded their snarling teeth
And tormented eyes
And agonized brows
And twisted claws
They chiseled their monstrosities over my angel-being
Then they stepped back and admired their work
They leered at me and perched me high
And taught their children to fear
And hate
And I've been imprisoned here since,
Watching over their holy places
And doomed to be spurned
As a


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