An Uphill Battle


The giant is pure

Its shield 

Near impervious

This mile high monster

Extruding from the Earth

As an obelisk of Hell

Feeding the deception

The false prophet sings

Lined with death

Defenses of steel and iron

Metal thorns 

Of tempered blades

And turrets

Primed to eradicate all in its path

This prison of ignorance 

Our last salvation

The last barrier to freedom




Author's Notes/Comments: 

The newest poem in my series called, Darkened