La Gargouille

La Gargouille, the fierce dragon.
A stone-carved medieval guardian.
The mighty lion’s head watching over.

He has the tough, fiery breath
Through long days, he brought only death.
Nights away, he comes out to play.
To have the town thrown away.

A lonely man, now he is seen
His melancholy song is heard
You spite at him in hidden pain
You sing along, he feels absurd.

You whisper to your midnight friends,
Who shared the torture you once took
“To hell, comrades, this man we’ll send!
We’ll burn his face with that dirty look!”

Oh dear, Oh dear! He’s not the one!
He is not a man of Romanus!
That man who sang you to Rouen,
Is not indeed this lad with us!

Yet you pursue him on his meekly stride,
Guided by the full moon’s light
Sensing evil, he quickens pace,
Still singing for his delight.

Soon the lonely man will be left dead
For La Gargouille would have his head.
When the dragon had ripped his heart
He placed it on the church instead.

Author's Note

I collaborated with ScarletTheDreamer on this one. She deserves the credit for helping me out with this.

Reviews

[Raven Starhawk]

Well composed. I read it through twice. I am a fast reader and this made me come back for seconds. It was a great sort of writing that makes you read it again and again.

[Zak]

It's quite a neat poem, truly. But, the 5th stanza is what gets me. Has the gargoyle mistaken the lonely man for some long lost ancient Roman figure that it once despised?

Oh, and stanza 6 is interesting. It sort of provides a picture of a one way road...the road that is life, and evil and demons chasing us, while we're doing all we can to save ourselves by singing and whatnot.