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.

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.

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.