A Statue’s Smile
Storm clouds had gathered high over the moor
While the wind moaned like a spirit in pain.
The light from the inn shone out like a beacon,
Tainting the night with a bright gold stain.
Laughter rang out from the wayside building,
As a merry tale concluded with cheer.
In answer, gales pounded the lonely inn,
And one man jumped up with an air of delight.
“Here we have time in the form of a storm-
let us sit back and hear tales of the dark
To give a shiver or two while we wait
For morning’s arrival.” They all agreed.
“I went up north to a small lonely town
Where many tales of terror can be found.
I saw there a church, abandoned a while,
Crumpled and broken beyond hope of repair.
A statue was standing just beside the door
With a small smile on its carved stone face,
Standing with hands outstretched as in welcome.
For reasons unknown, I entered the place;
Perhaps I wanted to see lost beauty.
I made my way to the church’s altar
To think on things lost and vanished forever
Where once men had worshiped and given praise.
As I stood there I heard the faintest sound
Of something scraping toward me from the door.
I turned, and there! In the aisle it stood.
The hands, once fair and gently carved, were stretched
And grasping, clawed and altered- and my God!
The face! Once kind and lovely, now transformed
To glowing fierce eyes and a baleful stare.
My heart had no beat for what seemed an age-
Then turning, I fled through the broken wall.
Since then, I’ve wandered without looking back
For fear that I’ll see that face near me again.”
We laughed and clapped and, acclaiming the tale,
Went to our beds with a merry good night.
Yet at the morning, our joy was destroyed:
The tale’s great teller had died in his sleep.
Beside his bed stood a statue of stone
With hands outspread and a smile on its lips.
A/N: The Weeping Angels from Doctor Who were definitely on my mind while writing this- finishing it late at night was probably not a good idea. But I had fun with it. This entire thing feels a bit off- I really don’t like poems without rhyme, and this was *an attempt at* blank verse. But I like the story, so here it is. Hope you enjoyed!