The Giant and The Cliff

 

Lifted,

High on Ice,

Slippery Ground I'm on,

One false move,

And then I'll lose,

The safety of this cliff.

 

For at the bottom of this icy ledge,

Is an even worse-so fate,

For lo and behold,

I saw the spikes,

To impale me if I fall.

 

I stopped struggling,

To move ahead,

To best this cliff behind me.

For now I saw,

The giant's maw,

Above my path,

And in front of me.

"A tasty morsel I doth see."

The giant spoke above me.

"I think I see yon hungry sea,

Over there behind ye."

And as the giant pushed and pulled,

I decided,

I'd just stand still.


Well....This is one of my older works. It's one I've been meaning to translate unto a digital format, but I just haven't found a reason or the time to do so. Now that it is finally here, I hope you enjoy it.

ISA