The Giant
The legion marched along the treacherous line,
Following the scent of a ghastly crime.
Onward they went, with not a shred of fear,
Brave soldiers who had naught shed a tear.
The journey was long and filled with danger,
Arms at the ready for every passing stranger.
Yet there was one who watched in silence above;
A being with a heart that was void of love.
Through scorching heat and blistering cold,
Together they endured as the day grew old.
The vanguard descended an almost vertical slope,
And stepped onto land that was devoid of hope.
Their eyes took in the horrific scene.
Dismembered corpses with a crimson sheen,
Crushed, torn, and ripped beyond recognition,
It was a massacre truly beyond all redemption.
A chilling scream pierced the pale blue sky,
Their hearts were stilled by their comrade’s cry.
The mountain nearby had stirred to life,
Towering above them, it held a white knife,
The giant from hell had silenced their friend,
Its bloody hands seemed to have no end.
A hero had fallen and they vowed to avenge.
They swore they’d have their blood-soaked revenge.
The blade came down seeking the scent of death,
And then amidst the chaos came a gasp for a final breath,
Their numbers were dwindling and defeat was near.
They had lost their brothers, people held dear.
A courageous one jumped onto its fist,
And was raised into a realm beyond the mist.
Till he came in view of the demon’s face,
In its cruel brown eyes, of mercy was no trace.
He raised his spear in a defiant roar,
And struck in fury to settle the score.
The metal lodged deep in its thick pink skin,
Yet the giant’s face widened in an amused grin.
With a violent shake, he was flung into the distance,
In despair, he accepted the end of his existence.
The rest of his kin soon did follow,
Their defeat was not easy to swallow.
And so the giant went back to its abode in the stone,
Satisfied at its new haul of flesh and bone.
It lies in wait of any fools that one day would,
Enter the Valley of the Crimson Wood.
