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The Gargoyle of London

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From within the darkened alleys
under the moon face-lit sky
produced an awful creature
not seen by naked eye

This Thing; it had a figure 
that was straight as a needle,
that you would see perched
upon catholic cathedrals

Twas a Gargoyle
yes, of garish facade
a chiseled stone structure
powerful like a god

midnight London fog
was the creature's disguise
the body count rises
as victims meet their demise

wings stretch on high
lifting up like a feather
bloodshed didn't differ
depending on the weather

creature swoops; dark envelops
the poor sap that mutters
"there's no place like London"
blood trickles down the gutters

the sewers of society
the stone beast perched up high
looking down upon the town
which victim's end was Nigh?


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