Night Of The Heretic

Gargoyles in the twilight
their faces reflect different angles of the moonlight
creeping slowly through the church
on top of the steeple is where they perch
waiting for the Anti-Christ and his new rebirth
staring down demons
chasing away the heathens
feeding off the souls of those who once were
scaring away those who are unsure

Reviews

[shannon_writes]

An eerie poem with a story-like feel and one which I would genuinely like to read more of, even in a different format. Nicely done!