The Gargoyle

I have a free soul Or rather, I am a free soul Or rather, I used to be. They tied me down one day, before I could protest And muzzled me with their thick paws of greed They sculpted their horrid forms around my shimmering aura Molded their snarling teeth And tormented eyes And agonized brows And twisted claws They chiseled their monstrosities over my angel-being Then they stepped back and admired their work They leered at me and perched me high And taught their children to fear And hate Me And I've been imprisoned here since, Watching over their holy places And doomed to be spurned As a Monster.