Colossal Rage

Thousands of windows

Beat white in the golden sun

Thrumming against the quakes

That erupted the city like clockwork

There, the colossal poleaxe

Threatening in the giant’s hand

Swung an arc 20 floors deep.

The city’s cries were silent in the giant’s ears

For all he heard was his rage

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