The gargoyles roam this place
To meet another face
To face
Fate maybe?
But no!
There’s still time to grow
Some confidence
When eye meets eye
The gargoyle may try
To spread their wings
Collect the strings
Of facts and fakes
The nearby lakes
Own all the stories
From past glories
Every drop another tale
And the gargoyle gets pale
When realizing
It’s just made of stone
And in different tone
The head above
With memories of
The past.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2020