It is
Within the polluted forest of hair
On the giant’s head
Two sides fight
They are
Small creatures
Flying
With wings
Like leather
Teeth sharp and wicked
Intentions maligned
Focused
As
Oblivious is their host
They gather
His essence
To live
To war against each other
Untill
The End
Art:
hill giant
by furman
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