Some called him a Titan, others a giant or troll. It no longer mattered. He was the last of his kind, and he was tired. The little people were changing everything. There was no more fight left in him, so he laid on the ground and let the trees become his boreal shroud.
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Night said a prayer
Trees formed a boreal shroud
Over the new grave.
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At the masquerade
no one recognized the night
veiled in boreal shroud
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Boreal shroud of
Magenta and turquoise, the
Stars' neon backdrop.
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