O the Once Great

It' s been quite a while A long while A vision once fought for Now folded up And buried in the ashes Dreams of fathers Shattered by the selfsame While children lie in wait To kill hopes of a remedy Absorbing the pleasures of calamity Bestowed with green By the supreme creator The Giant did nought but watch As his fields were cultivated By those of another land Gathering the harvest of his field He ate of its fruit, Replenishing, a far thought As he filled himself with ecstasies. The field, losing its haecceity Thick black smoke clawed towards the sky From the Giant's once green field; Consumed by the fiery cold fire. God stared upon the giant Rain, a far thought.