Perched so high inside a castle,

forever silent, forever watching the world below.

Am I nothing more then a gargoyle?

A dark creature looming within cathedral walls.

I see my own reflection carved upon these ageless, cold, stone winged specters.

Broken faces, sad faces forever longing to be loved.

She once loved me, I pray with all my forsaken heart that she still does.

She was my beauty and I was her beast.

Her love was the song that angels sung,

uplifting me from the deeps of my misery, completing me.

But that was just a fable of passion, a wonderful dream

for how could she truly love a monster like me?

I'll screamed her name into the wind so many times,

hoping someday she would hear me.

But no one hears me.

I'm nothing more then a gargoyle.

Forever bond to this place by claws of steel.

Bond to the darkness, bond to the shadows,

never setting foot into the sun.