It was nighttime and the entire town was dark. There was just enough light to see the area around the church – perhaps, this faint, eerie light was from a pale moon or from the distant glow of a streetlamp. I either saw them, or I was one of them – a dark, powerful creature that rode in on the shadows with silent [leather] wings […]. This creature flew up and circled one of the spirals of the cathedral, followed by another and yet another. Then they entered the church […], flying through one of the windows like bats […] [but] more silent and graceful […].
There was a gargoyle or two already inside, perched high […] on one of the ridges near the ceiling. […] [There was] a battle over this territory […] as the three new gargoyles swooped in, materializing out of the darkness to face their rivals […]. Their fight was […] silent […], interweaving through the black air […].
One of them said something to the other […]. And then I was outside again, watching as one of these […] creatures flew […] away from the cathedral […], disappearing into the night sky […].