Lightning struck in barren lands,

Where stone colossi take their stand,

To wayward sea all dark and stormy,

A perfect place to start a story.

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With mighty roar and thunder sound,

And wings that flap and shake the ground,

The stone giants in their watchful sleep,

Do guard against the vengeful deep.

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Yet why they’re there? Can hardly tell,

With chiselled face and ancient spell,

It may take and adventurers eye,

To seek out the truth of god knows why.