Madness
The giants appear
When winter skies clear
To combat the march
The battle is here
Bearing the lance
As the drive to advance
Through the war of the floor
And of four takes their stance
And only one thing
To acquire the Ring
Of the giant that triumphs
And calls himself King
Copyright © Andrew Jacob Jung | Year Posted 2016
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