Giants

Is cruelty hiding in the stars deceitful play? What a waste of heart; for them to lie in silence as dying art For their lights just untenable promises made, Giants: long gone before we see them as something smart I envy their brilliance cast in prior eons relayed Death riding light waves, but arriving late for the start So, in the face of the most enormous losses, is hope conveyed? Or does something big have to leave, for brightness to depart?