loner-kid
The joke is far too true

The gargoyle sits, solemnly, alone
That silent man of stone
Here, for his deeds he must atone

Beaten eyes stare blankly
Withered arms curved and wrinkly
Bat-like wings spread fully

For once he was a man deceitful
His soul decored in black so hateful
From his despair grew pain most vengeful

With his death he was deserted
Left condemned and desecrated
Bound to form most understated

And now he is but a statue made of stone
Sitting all alone

High in the sky, blinking down on us
We all watch the stars
Believing, as we do
That friends and lovers long since moved away are staring upwards too
Remembering us as we remember them
Smiling in the light of an unatainable star
And even if the star was snuffed out at that very moment
We would never know
We just keep smiling
And believe the star is true