Gargoyle's Lament
Poem
by Robert Rice
Now plummet, scorched a bitter doomed sight
To make some sense of pitch dark night
Reviled, trialled, and other such galls
Now led it's soul past ruins so tall
Of piteous lament was all that was hers
As crow did caw and robin did curse.
But gold of heart, though sallow of skin
Could still make sure to position a grin.
And keep situated on that hideous wall
To grab just a scrap of sunray's last fall.
And now forced on by rave and by foil
Yet wondered just when she could cease all this toil.
And some, maybe all called foolish and folly
No wreath for her head not even of holly.
She's bound, set and lashed like Ulysses of old
Forced by herself to hear sirens so bold.
Now staying here perched on this far away loft
Of soaring height that she had made soft
To await a judgment of atonement she sought
With the price of eternity that even she'd bought.
Gargoyle's Lament© Copyright 2004 Robert Rice, printed with permission.
