Prose of a Gargoyle

[Kabal]

I have lived
for so many centuries
I have watched as humanity has grown
When the Goths Came centuries ago
they created my home
Here
Upon a flying Buttress
an arch in the sky
once a church
now a hospital
I have left
and returned a thousand times over

I have seen the entirety of the world
and yet
here is where I belong
not because of habit
I look upon a young girl within that hospital's hallowed halls
sick for years
so many years of her young life
I remember how I found her
I heard her weep
and was drawn inexorably to her window
I could fly
anywhere
at any time
yet I no longer leave
I no longer wish to fly
for the skies offered me nothing
not like...her
I stand gaurd at her window
every night
daring any to challenge me for her safety
I stand
and occasionally look upon my young friend
She is the only one I have revealed my nature to
I made faces to bring smiles and laughter to her
I sang her to sleep so many times
yet the years came
and the years went
she has grown now
and can now walk again through a battle longer than she could remember
Before she left
I remember her opening her window
A letter?!

"To my Stone friend...
Thank you for your company, it made me better
I hope you will visit me,
signed,
Rowan"

I watched as her family took her home for the first time in ten years
and smiled
because by nightfall
her family's abode would have a new feature
one that only She would understand
For I
Am a Gargoyle
and I protect what is dear to me