Bold steps
grow wide and ever strong
Feet freshly
warmed from cultured fire
Grave
strides grow fixed and ever long
Now spurred
by his exulting choir
First here,
then there he crushes foes
Whose past
birthed present accolades
His form in
turn now grows and grows
While droves
regard a soul that fades
Though
giants fall as giants will
When far too
large to hear the throng
This giant’s
heartbeat long went still
Before was
sung the mourner’s song
And now they
turn against this beast
But not with
sticks and spear and sword
They turn
instead to feed new feast
Of praise on
yet another lord
But one with
shallow afterthought
Meanders
from that busy crowd
And turns to
ask them why they fought
To find
still every knee is bowed
He sinks to
break his shackles free
Then presses
friends to do the same
Then as one
force into the sea
They thrust
the beast they once became.
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