April 3, 2010

• Guardian At The Door, NPM day 3, EBC #8

  

  Daylight comes
  in slumber it rests
  oh, my guardian at the door.

  Children run
  birds flock from their nests
  and yet the stone sleeps evermore

  Soon the sun
  once again shall set
  the darkness beckon at the shore

  Stonework crumbs
  awaken my pet
  and be free from the stones you wore

  Vocals grum
  in echo addressed
  my beloved gargoyle does roar.

  Winged one
  shall leap from its nest
  and rocket to the sky, it soars

  Night is young
  there is time to fest
  at heights above the forest floor.

  The winds hum,
  the beast flies fearless
  to search the darkness it implores

  Figures drum
  from far below its breast
  Something provokes the carnivore

  Thus they come
  the approaching guests
  with a wicked intent in store

  Intrusion
  enter do the pests
  and shall my gargoyle ever wage war

  The air numb
  Stalking those who test
  The savage beast, the soulless core

  Ravage one
  ravage all, in zest
  their limbs and entrails, blood and gore

  Deathly fun!
  Shall my pet ingest
  the souls of men consumed in horror

  Fight is won
  laid in bloody mess
  now erased from the night before

  He is done
  Daylight ends the quest
  Now sleeping solid at the fore

  Rise the sun
  again shall you rest
  Sleep, my guardian at the door.

  Until the night beckons once more!

  • 11:23 pm
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