In the fires of the village

A looming threat roams

As tall as mountains 

And scaled like a fish

Wielding pointed spear 

With blade at his side

The houses burn

Their ashes cling to his shiny armor

He has become a demon

Those weak villagers 

Clinging to life

Try to resist 

To fight back 

Swords heavier than people 

Are vainly tried to be swung 

By those that only use hay forks

With every try being kicked down

The giant grasped the arms of the off balanced

Breaking the wrist with steel grip

Pulling the shoulder out of socket

As he delivered a back hand

The crack can be heard from across the field

The fight leaves the rest 

The village burns 

And the giant marches on.