Giants of the Northern Steppe
Giants of the Northern Steppe
Dressed in armor, expensive to create, and difficult to penetrate
The giants of the Northern steppe make their way down to the King’s mark
They seek to gather gold, destroy their foes, and infiltrate
The human’s walled kingdom, with fortified towns and towers
The are much like a hunter amongst a herd of prey,
Nothing can stop them, no one is able to retaliate
For the armies are broken, and the giants move forward unharmed
The days of the giants might be waning, but on this day humans can only await
For now the giants are impervious, hungry, angry, and relentless
Fate may take the giants from this world, but for now fate is far too late
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Authors: Alex Ness. Form: Poem. Length: 10 lines. Editor who accepted this story: Previous Editors.
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