Charcoal Gargoyle
you who have ascended from the soil
what do you know about the upcoming storm?
I see winds that're blowing in a new direction
I see a world that is entering a new dimension.
Acid clouds are hanging threateningly low
pursuing us children of Adam; doomed below.
You with age in your eyes and sternness in your veins
who neither can fly nor make any change.
You have great knowledge in your scars
who know more than us
about the plague and the stars.
Why these castles built on floating sand
why this senselessness in our human hands?
Maybe we weren't made do try
maybe we were just made to die
charcoal Gargoyle,
what do you say?
Poetry by C-F Haegring
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Written on 2011-04-29 at 05:47
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