Gargoyle

Stone cold, he stares at me. Heartless, he sneers at me. He does not blink, he does not think.

Shivering, I touch his hide. Frightened, I feel his side. It is cold, it is old.

Fearfully, I walk finally past. Thankfully, I go by at last. Through the open door, I see him no more.

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