Gargoyle Poem by Naveed Akram

Deep and gloomy waters are running rivers in the dark,
We are adventurers of the mist and jungle;
Inside the utterly dark jungle is a massive and stunning ruin,
We are eventually inside after opening with safety.
Around us is a synod of voices,
Echoing like sound waves themselves.
Bulging in front us is a statue or gargoyle
That misunderstood us: it became alive as a convicted being.
To transmit to him we collapse, we adore and relax,
Finding our silent ways out of the room
Feeling away from danger once more in the jungle,
The utterly dark one, a feeling of worry has been erased.