Gargoyles

The sins of man, transmuted into spouts,
Lean, frozen captives, from the Gothic roof.
Lust leers, harsh Anger utters silent shouts,
Avarice gloats, Pride smirks and looks aloof,
Greed grasps and glares and grins, weak Envy pouts,
And yawning Sloth conceals his cloven hoof.
Missing from here are all the host of Doubts;
The builders neither had, nor needed, proof.