At the precipice of the world... Three Giants stand! Their duties untold... Their souls be damned.
In the darkness of the womb... Three Griffins roost. To foretell the doom! To be cast away into memory...
At the core of it all... The sightless strain... They wish to perceive the fall... Yet the fall remains...
Gazing from afar. Mirthless, despicable, and cruel! A creature shines like a star... The aforementioned, its tools.
Obligatory shout-out to the 🍕PIZZA🍕 gang, 🤙 gang. 🤙
Those that know me, know that I'm not the biggest poetry fan. 😁 But even the strongest cliffside will eventually erode, and this piece just came to me. I didn't allow myself to be shackled by my preconceived notions! No! I dusted off my quill and wrote what was in my soul! Like a man! 💪
Anyway 😂 I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading!
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