The Ants

The sun peered through the crytal sky
Shafting down upon a world.
Filled with towering beasts and untold wonders
And skies with clouds unfurled.

Across the vast expanse of white and hard
Plains gashed with mysterious monuments-
Deep circles of black often raging with unseen heat-
Came wanderers from below.

They marched across the desert, scorched by the heat
Of the unknown as they pressed on
Toward the looming corpse,
The newly found victuals.

Out of the shadows, without warning, moved the giant.
The looming beast hurled a giant foot
And the party disbanded as soldiers were flung and crushed
At the unknown whim of receding Colossus.