by Mark A. Brown
 

Fearsome creatures,
With flesh of stone.
Then, in darkness,
Of blood and bone.
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Ancient myths,
Nothing more.
Having forgotten
What came before.
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Leathern wings,
And flashing eyes,
And talons,
Rulers of the skies.
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Chilling roars,
Impassioned cries,
Incongruous,
With lovers' eyes.
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Their nature,
Till the bitter end;
Gargoyles
Always shall defend.
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(by: Mark A. Brown, 2000-2-21)