SOTS

Collosus staring through you

Daring, mocking, staking, stalking

Calling you out tenfold

A test of your mettle, here at the threshold

Standing alone this ring

Quiet and calm

All that he holds…six stones and a sling

Somehow he’s not alarmed

Quiet and calm

Eyes of a vulture he raises his arm…

Take aim

Let fly

Six stones and a sling

Sights set on his eyes, mindful

Unholy beast, ignorant, prideful

With arrogance he gloats

I’ll play the darkhorse

Straight to the throat

It’s the fear that keeps you here

The penitent man lays low

It’s the fear that keeps you here

The penitent man lays low