Gargoyle (Notevember 2022, #1)

The sun is slowly sinking
Another day is done
The traffic jams are shrinking
While I’m sitting up here, thinking
Above me, stars are blinking
A million distant suns
Below, the glasses clink in
hands of people having fun
They’re loudly celebrating
While I am merely waiting
For that one…

One more night of pondering my fate
As I keep the city safe
Stuck in stone but still this statue state
Somehow manages to chafe

Eight centuries I’ve lasted
Eight more will be my lot
A relic of the past
By fumes and pigeons I’m harassed
(And if in) flesh and blood I had been cast
I’d’ve long since gone to rot
But I am still, though I am fast
In my eternal squat
A miserable bastard
By time and tempest blasted
Although not…

Not a single spirit have I seen
Not a devil, nor a wraith
Nothing since the year of 1215
Somehow I still keep the faith

For the moon is bright and blue
And I have the grandest view
Ancient city, I love you
Somehow, my weary, watchful wait
On pretty nights, with city lights is great
I’ll sit a while, and smile, and contemplate

The light pollution’s lifted
Since they banished all the cars
And once again I’m gifted
With a myriad of stars
I’m overcome with wanderlust
And wish, for once that I could just

Spread my wings and leave these eaves behind
And float off into space
But homesickness might make me change my mind
And never leave this place

For the moon is bright and blue
And I have the grandest view
Ancient city, I love you
Somehow, my weary, watchful wait
On pretty nights, with city lights is great
I’ll sit a while, and smile, and contemplate