A face made to fright
But also to protect
You'll find them on sight
The monsters you have met
Forged out of stone
With fangs and wings
Demons who will atone
By protecting things
They roost on buildings
Eyes filled with rage
No nest or tidings
Notre Dame is the stage
The monsters are frozen
Stuck in their stances
They show no emotion
Filled not with happy dances
The monsters have chosen to protect
So they will never uncoil
They are given much respect
Because they are the ancient gargoyle
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Elements of My Soul
PoetryWell, I managed to get off my butt and type up the poem collection I probably wrote months ago. Hopefully, you guys enjoy what I have written, and I hope you have a good time reading it. These poems were the works of my hands, brain, and soul, and...
