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They were there in London, Chester, and Bath, the gargoyles on the house of stairs. As stone angels climbed stone rungs of a ladder carved to embrace Bath’s main cathedral walls; I thought I heard Robert Plant sing Led Zeppelin’s song as the angels climbed the “Stairway to Heaven”. From every turret and every stair the gargoyles perched as if on air; towering, overpowering creatures with hideous eyes that glared green and red. Their talon-like claws gripped the narrow rooftop’s edges, as if ready to suddenly swoop down upon the high street below. How fascinating they looked, way above me as they smiled a sinful grin. The lights of London, the angels of Bath, and the nights of Chester carried on, as if these guardians couldn’t see,; but they did see me, for I saw the gleam in the eyes of the gargoyles! |
