Write a story about Gargoyles coming to life at night in an ancient land . Winner gets an orchestral piece written about it ! [ WP ]

Stone crunches upon stone as the creature raises his head. Eyes, dark as the abyss in the shadow of his brow, stare out across the hillside; the winding road that leads up the country house dips and weaves, in and out of the moonlight. The grind of rock upon rock and he is standing, spreading his heavy wings. He can see the riders dismount and leave the horses behind, hobbled in the pasture. They make their way on foot, and stealthily, dressed darkly. 
 
 He waits in silence. It is what he does best. Protector of the house, watcher in the night, he waits. It is time, now, to do what he was created for. Empty eyes fixed on the figures slipping in and out of the moonlight, the gargoyle bides his time, readying himself for his sudden leap through the air, for the moment when he surprises the band of thieves and murderers, his wings dark in the night, the wind cool upon his carven face. 

