The Giant - Poem by Reanna Thornton
The Giant comes stomping in red with blood and fury.
Anger courses threw his veins for the innocent will hurt tonight.
It does not matter what she has done, the blame is placed on her.
She will meet the wrath of his anger and scars will show on her soul.
The Giant screams and bellow loud for all the world to hear,
Blood will flow from open wounds old ones and the new
Her soul will scar and heal until the Giant appears again.
The Giant hides beneath the surface waiting for the time to appear
To unleash his fury, to strike again and leave the innocent bleeding.
No one is there to save her but then no one cares,
Whatever wounds he gives her the innocent will have to bear.
The darkness is a welcome comfort when consciousness is gone.
The blows the Giant rains on her will never leave her whole,
Broken into bleeding pieces and bruised up spirit,
The Giant's terror rules her soul.
He had ruined the innocent so everyone to see
He has stamped his mark on her so no one else she will be
She is what he made her and no escaping him.
His terror will forever rain, crushing on her skin
She will be forever his in life and death it seems,
He has ruined her so one one else will ever make her their's
Broken, , battered innocent will die in the Giant's lair.
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