The prince sat in the center of the concrete sidewalk
Unmoved;
The giant walked by afraid of the haunting form
Stopping a moment to reflect upon the past
Do you know your destiny young prince?
Are you aware of your fate?
If I can tell you the countless tales of what you will become
It would make cold blood run.
No, I will learn from you.
Anything so small that would stand up to a giant
Is a signature of divinity.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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