by Kalista
He grimaces at me from his stone perch
Water pouring from the sky and his
fanged mouth
They say he guards us from evil
but what if he is the evil?
Ever wary, Evermore
Snickering at me as he glares
cursed he is still in stone
never moving, never home
Everwary, Evermore
What he tastes like is something
I fear
But perhaps like onion soup
the moss is growing near which
might soften the flavor
Ever wary, evermore
If he came alive to me
his cackling growl would
mix with the ringing
of church bells
Be ever wary of his laugh
If might be the last thing
you hear
Ever wary, evermore
as a stone beast he feels
like a granite
A cold hard feel of evil
as a monster he feels like
Death might
Ever wary, Evermore
Mold and pollen is the smell
100 years old and this is it
As a new babe he smells slightly dusty but as he
grows he changes
as an evil he smells like
plagues and hatred
Ever wary, Evermore.
