Mountain giants who sleep in cold dense earth,
Stir and crack bone.
Half moon hangs high and wide above them.
Watching as the earth peels and snarls.
Ripping tree from root to gasp at midnight air.
Ancient magic toils the winds of their resting ground.

Bare breasts of milk fleshed women
With eyes of fire light,
Bearing hands raised to heaven in absolution.
Dark haired Jessabelle's and erotic snake charmers.
Hard and loud, they howl like beasts of splintered bone and barrowed flesh.

Titans tall and strong.
Lured by the sound of hells siren song.

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