The Sacrifice


Gargoyle eyes dine carnivorously calm against tower dawn
sight black to white, with wings gently caressing stone
it’s still, with only a few puddles amongst the tenderness
worthy of his charm, nothing comes closer to his existence
dine in out of fierce competition, considering a splash of plasma
each night they come below the glass for a quick glance
here it’s a dance of meals to satisfy his robust desire
what a human doesn’t understand becomes their ultimate sacrifice.