Still Standing 2019
Huge
and silent, the giant loomed in the dark.
High
over head, the dead watched the park.
Fast
they were nearing, the ancient clearing,
swords
and shields in hand.
The
giant felt them near, the time was here,
foolish
little warrior band.
Screams
and blood, like a flood, washed the dirt.
Huge
and silent, stood the giant, again unhurt.
30 second Poem
Roses
are red.
Kittens
are furry.
This
poem will be short,
cause
Im in a hurry.
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