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[aid] => mick
[title] => Gargoyle Finale
[time] => 2010-04-30 06:10:11
[hometext] => Dedicated to Dark Wolf who read all the previous poems and commented on them. Thank you fellow poet.
[bodytext] => Gargoyle Finale Late at night, the moon and stars were obscured by clouds. The old Norman church stood before me and a tired smile played across my lips. This was my sanctuary, my peace and hidden from the outside world. Tall, sprawling oaks, centuries old like the church itself, engulfed it. The reverend, who believed me to be troubled, allowed my solitary visits, And I found solace within the ancient walls despite being not particularly religious. I stroked the roughly hewn walls and felt the passage of time between my fingers. One huge oak door with a simple iron handle opened, but with some effort. The craftsmanship was exquisite in the carvings, so old yet so well preserved. I walked to the front down the aisle marvelling at the stained glass windows, The altar itself, virtually unadorned save for a statue of Christ on the cross behind it. I seated myself, let out a long breath and began to feel some degree of tranquillity. Being the only person present may have seemed unsettling to most at night, But to me this enabled me to be as close to resolution of the past as was possible. My reverie was disturbed by a pungent smell of putrefaction and a drop in temperature. So cold had it become that I could see my exhalations of breath before me. I felt disturbed and looked around frantically, seeing nothing, but expecting the worst. In front of me the statue of Christ began to exude real blood from his wounds, The candles flickered and were then extinguished but the light was replaced, In eerie fashion, by a translucent, swirling mist that rose no higher than waist level. Unimaginably and simultaneously all the stained glass windows shattered, shards flying everywhere. It was my time, I knew it and had been expecting it but not here in this hallowed place. Turning, I saw the gargoyle on all fours before its master, the figure in the cowl, My nemesis, he or it that had ripped the soul of my beloved Melissa from my body. I had no way to combat this supernatural evil and was prepared to die and so, Sinking to my knees I waited for the figure to approach me and end this torment. From my position I looked up toward the face underneath the cowl, but to no avail. All that could be discerned were the two slits of hypnotic red eyes that held me transfixed. It approached, the gargoyle skulking behind, eager no doubt to feed on the scraps. Unable to move I watched as the figure extended a hand and placed it on my chest. It was then that the pain began; my ribs felt as if they were being ripped apart, Despite the ambient freezing temperature my body was aflame, the heat intolerable. With a cry of exaltation from the cloaked one a plume of white smoke emanated from my body And instantly I felt empty, emasculated, emotionless, a husk of a human being. In those hands of the demon was a ball of purest white light which I knew was my soul. It was then that the gargoyle approached, rising on hind legs, towering above me. I wanted it to end quickly, no matter where my soul went it would be with hers. It was then that Melissa appeared, still shrouded in blackness and in obvious agony. She went to the figure of Christ and bathed her hands in the flowing blood, then turned, Her focus on the cowled demon, walking toward him, her mind set on what I did not know. The gargoyle had retreated almost in fear and Melissa extended her hands toward the orb. Taking it from the hands of the demon she approached me and her smile comforted me. Cradling the luminous white orb in her hands she thrust both into my very body. I felt an unbelievable sense of energy, life, hope, tranquillity, strength, love, Almost too much too take in or understand. I was alive, she was alive, we were alive. The black shroud that surrounded Melissa underwent a kaleidoscopic transformation. Gone was the black and replaced by the light. With a wave of her hand the mist disappeared, The figure in the shroud appeared to disintegrate and only the cowl remained on the floor. As for the gargoyle, its muscle and sinew were stripped from its skeleton leaving a pile of bones. I had blacked out for a moment but when I regained consciousness I was back in front of the church. It was as though nothing had happened but I knew, I felt her, she was with me again. Alistair Muir 30/04/2010 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 55 [informant] => aliopterix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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