Gargoyles

A poem about gargoyles.

Part 1.

Inside the binding grasp of the cluttered alley
the baker's son yet to age a baker's dozen,
gazing up, his fear-struck face glowing.

And he turned to his fear.

Part 2.

Perched upon the archway of the holy edifice
Gargantuan wings unfurled, revealing Him.
Demons of hate, or lust, (it matters not)
Shrouded by misdemeanor, cloaked in chaos.
He was the only god of the frozen.

Part 3.

Fiendish, petrified calami twitched, then shuddered
Twisted faces contorted to be unrecognizable.
And they leapt.

Part 4.

With a specter of lamentation,
true men emulate holy incarnation.
But in the face of pleasure,
they yield their titles to sin.

Part 5,

The baker's boy stood afraid
in the shadow of demonic internal protection.
His courage moved aside
his religion crept forth, quiescent no more.

Part 6.

Death turn to stone again.