Colossus 2

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.