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Gargoyle

What love is there in the world? he cried
This broken man, without a home
He has gone to far, many paths he'd roam
The flames of hell crept up inside

I've traveled on the spongy loam
Across the desert full of fire
Over mountains that did conspire
And crept into the darkest tomb

I've earned many a brother's ire
Caring little for the steps I trod
Acting as though I were a god
My aspirations ascended higher and higher

So I moved on, rough-shod
Little noticing how my heart was formed
Not noticing that it was not warmed
By vapid smiles and vain applaud

Until the idea came that wormed
Into my soul, into my heart
Unlike any magic or black art
And my fragile, false peace deformed

I ran with tigers, and danced with harts
I soared with eagles, yet through it all
I never considered that I could fall
That all was illusion, a house of cards

And now I know that I shall never know
The heart-felt love from my fellows

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