YOU SEEMED from afar

titanic in your mysterious majesty of terror.

With palpitating heart I stood before your presence.

Your knitted brows boded ill

and sudden came down the blow

with a growl and a crash.

My bones cracked,

with bowed head I waited

for the final fury to come.

It came.

And I wondered, could this be all of the menace?

With your weapon held high in suspense

you looked mightily big.

To strike me you came down

to where I crouched low on the ground.

You suddenly became small

and I stood up.

From thence there was only pain for me

but no fear.

Great you are as death itself,

but your victim is greater than death.