Cherubs and Gargoyles

Cherubs and gargoyles meet in the stone
Walls above the street, Feet pound the pavement
We do not lament the witches that were burnt
Three centuries ago. Right here-

Where I stand now and yet somehow
Their spirits shriek above the wind
Eyewitnesses to darkness
Their essence remains

As it rains and rains and rains
Dark spirits adore a stormy climate
And above me the bright moon rises,
Setting the scene alight.