moongiant

The Moon Giant

Born from an oak was a giant bloke
Whom Death took to the moon’s yolk
He lived on the moon and became as big
He ate the stars that taste like twig

He heard below the boasts of men
With loving women and children
Curiosity laid in shallow skin
Then envy came like an evil twin

He leaned too far to peek below
The death of many, he would bestow
One small step and one big fall
Was all it took to kill them all

He died as he fell where people dwell
Birthing a sea with a bloody smell
The earth felt pain and cried for the slain
The Sea of Bones became its name