None Live

None Live

Is this a mountain that I gaze upon?
No, ‘tis not, it is the Mother Earth’s last son
Last giant, Dulgaldir, slain by armies of Menoth
The last son, last keeper of secrets which others long ago forgot

Mossy now his corpse, green like a rolling plain
To my eyes such joy he brings, but never shall he breathe again
Why, tyrant, did you destroy them so?
Could you not let one know more than you know?

Their home, the mountains - ravaged and gutted
Menoth’s men could not have been rebutted
Too few there were, even back then
None live now, none will ever live again…

Their mother weeps and cries in sorrow
Oh, people of this world, what lies in your tomorrow?
Your guardians are slain, by yourselves, no less
Who shall now your crops and newborns bless?

Menoth himself, now gray and weary
Oft now finds himself of his comrades leery
He was a favorite of Earth’s spirits – a champion at heart
But he turned to darkness and now with them he must part

Slain he shall be, by a comrade, by his greatest friend
Against such treachery no human force can him defend
A blade will slit his heart, through armor shall it carve its way
To the marble floor the blood will drip, and whisper: “no giants live this day…”